Nezha's punch nearly smashed Master Taiyi into pulp, but he didn't die and immediately reshaped his physical form.
He first recreated his eyes.
Master Taiyi used these eyes to see a pair of iron fists descending from the heavens, almost landing on his head.
He was resentful.
He was in pain.
Unwilling.
These emotions could easily cause one to lose reason, but Master Taiyi was not an ordinary person; he had lived too long, and these emotional fluctuations merely served as a prelude to what he planned to do next.
He shouted, "Nezha, I swear, I will grind your bones to dust!"
Nezha said nothing, the iron spear in his hand pierced straight toward Master Taiyi's Primordial Spirit, and this was a strike he couldn't possibly evade.
And so, Master Taiyi transformed into a stone.
A stone the size of a fist, entirely translucent and gleaming.
The stone sealed Master Taiyi inside, his eyes tightly closed, as if asleep.
