"Amitabha! Nezha, you should give up resisting. I guarantee I won't harm you, and I will do my best to plead on your behalf!"
Guanyin Bodhisattva gently shook her head and sighed.
"It seems that we can only meet in battle after all!"
Nezha took a deep breath, cultivated his strength to temporarily suppress his injuries, and prepared to face Samantabhadra Bodhisattva with some confidence. But facing Guanyin Bodhisattva, he had no foundation to speak of and had to give it his all!
"Behold the spear!"
With a stomp, the Wind-Fire Wheels ignited with a blaze of light. In a flash, Nezha appeared before Guanyin Bodhisattva, and his Fire-tipped Spear thrust fiercely toward her.
"Amitabha!"
