Jiang Ziya only recalled then, at that moment he was caught in an internal struggle, and somehow, he took out the God-beating Whip and smashed Nezha's head.
Does he not regret it?
He regrets it bitterly.
But he also knows that some things cannot be changed by mere regret.
He thought of his Taiyi Golden Immortal Middle Realm cultivation, thought of those newly comprehended Mysterious Laws in his mind. Hope had just risen in his eyes, but as he looked at Nezha once more, it immediately dimmed.
Abyss.
Nezha before him seemed more terrifying than ever, looking closely, it was like an unfathomable abyss. Standing in front made one's legs weak, looking up, it was like an insurmountable wall that filled one with a sense of powerlessness.
His throat dry, his legs weakened, he actually knelt down, clutching Nezha's leg, crying with snot and tears.
