I was ripped off by Nezha and died. My father used rare treasures and the eggshells from which I was born to nourish me for hundreds of years before resurrecting me.
But the lost dragon tendons could never grow back, my mana was greatly reduced, and I couldn't even fly like other dragons.
Although I am a dragon, I live like a snake and can only crawl.
I hate Nezha, but I can't beat him.
After the Battle of the Gods, I heard that he was canonized as the Great God of Three Altars of Haihui, and his divine power increased greatly. I didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so I could only curse him day and night in my heart.
Fengshen fan (not the devil boy)
Intent: Reunion after breaking the mirror, chasing his wife in the crematorium