Joker strode grandly toward the cave entrance, head held high and Golden Cudgel in hand, brimming with confidence. At this moment, whether Joker was Sun Wukong or not no longer mattered.
Because.
At this very moment.
Joker was Sun Wutian.
No one looked more like Sun Wukong than he did now. Joker carried himself like a Peerless Hero; all he lacked was golden armor and seven-colored auspicious clouds beneath his feet.
White Crystal's voice stopped Joker in his tracks, instantly knocking him back to his original form. He appeared before White Crystal with a fawning expression and said, "Crystal, what is it?"
Sometimes, women were not meant to be fought against. More often, they were meant to be cherished.
Smack! White Crystal gave Joker's forehead a light kiss, then looked at him gently. "Joker, be careful."
"If you can't beat him, run. Don't worry about us then. We're demons too. We may not be Demon King's match, but we can still run away."
"Mm!"
Encouraged by White Crystal, Joker tightened his grip on the Golden Cudgel. He felt filled with strength from head to toe. He was invincible.
That was right.
He strode toward the cave entrance.
Joker knew he was no match for Demon King, but sometimes victory or defeat did not have to be decided through a fight. Sometimes, one had to use one's brain.
With the Golden Cudgel in hand, Joker had confidence.
Joker walked out with the Golden Cudgel slung over his shoulder, his steps full of monkey-like swagger. Looking at Demon King outside, whose Dou Wang demonic aura soared into the sky, he said arrogantly, "Dead ox, what are you yelling for? Looking to die?"
He dug at his ear and looked at Demon King impatiently. In Joker's view, as long as he was confident