"Sun Wukong, you're courting death." Demon King's face turned livid as he gritted his teeth. This damn monkey had gone too far. A raging fire burned in Demon King's heart.
Very soon.
Demon King would no longer be able to suppress that fire. This Sun Wukong was bullying a bull too much—he was about to cry.
Sun Wukong said in a deep voice, "Your brother treated you to some cow hooves, and you won't even give him that little bit of face? You clearly don't regard your brother at all."
"Your brother is angry."
As he spoke.
Sun Wukong advanced toward Demon King, still holding Demon King's trident. He intended to use Demon King's own weapon against him.
To show Demon King what it meant to return the favor in kind!
Demon King had never been a match for Sun Wukong to begin with. Now that he had lost an arm, how could he possibly stand against Sun Wukong?
Sun Wukong suppressed him completely, forcing him back step by step without leaving him any room to fight back.
The more exuberantly Demon King had fought before, the more miserably he was beaten now! Fortune changed hands; today it was your turn, and perhaps tomorrow it would be mine!
Demon King was sent flying by a thrust of the trident and landed on the ground in a sorry state. He climbed to his feet, blood staining the corner of his mouth. "Dead monkey, you're only taking advantage because you have my weapon. If you have the guts, give my weapon back to me. I'll make sure you learn how formidable I am!"
Hearing this, Sun Wukong looked at the pitch-black trident in his hand. "Demon King, you want this ugly fork? So what if I give it back to you?"
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