"Pfft!"
Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing spat out a mouthful of blood that shot straight at Nezha's face but was blocked by an invisible wall of air, failing to splatter on him.
"Unfilial son! You, you dare to commit patricide..."
"Pah!"
Nezha spat phlegm onto Li Jing's face, cutting him off. His eyes emitted a deep hatred, his voice as cold as ice, "You have no right to mention the word 'father' in front of me. You ceased being my father long ago, and you are unworthy of being my father!"
"Fiend, fiendish son...ugh!"
Li Jing began to curse, but before he could finish, his mouth was struck hard, shattering half of his jaw and causing fresh blood to spurt violently without letup, allowing him no words.
"I said, you are not worthy to be my father!"
