With a flash, he was already at the side of the Immortal, startling the people around him, who didn't react in time to strike, allowing the Shituo King to swagger back to his own side while gripping the Immortal's neck.
The Immortal, who had previously spouted arrogant words, now resembled a little chick, being held in Shituo King's hand, ceaselessly struggling.
The Immortals looked at each other, only then realizing how shameful their previous actions had been, letting someone barge into their midst as if it were an uninhabited land and swagger off with one of their comrades.
"Useless trash!" Nezha could no longer endure it and cursed angrily.
The Immortals, scolded by him, didn't dare to raise their heads. Nezha knew that these people were useless; the long years had already eroded their courage and will, and now, this group of people were just living off the Peaches, nothing but trash.
