"Facing death, and you're still this stubborn?"
Zhenyuanzi looked at Sun Wukong with a cold smile. "I wonder whether your mouth will still be this tough when I send you into the Oil Cauldron to be fried later."
"Humph!"
Sun Wukong snorted coldly. "This old Sun spent forty-nine days in Grand Supreme Elder's Eight Trigrams Furnace. Not only did I fail to be refined into a golden elixir, I instead forged an impenetrable body and Fiery Golden Eyes."
"And this tiny little Oil Cauldron thinks it can fry this old Sun? You must be dreaming!"
"To this old Sun, it's nothing more than child's play!"
"It won't be of the slightest use against this old Sun."
"Is that so?"
Zhenyuanzi sneered at Sun Wukong. "Ignorance truly is bliss. You, Monkey Sun, have been protected far too well."
"You simply don't know that there are always greater people beyond you and higher heavens beyond the sky."
"With an Oil Cauldron set up by this poor daoist, even Tathagata's golden body can be broken, much less your petty impenetrable body."
"Monkey Sun, don't think so highly of yourself. You're simply not worthy!" Zhenyuanzi patted Sun Wukong's monkey face.
There was a trace of pity in his eyes.
Poor Sun Wukong.
He had learned a few insignificant tricks and already had no idea how high the heavens were or how thick the earth was. If the Buddhist Sect had not protected him so well—
Sun Wukong would have died countless times by now.
With that arrogant attitude of his, if the Buddhist Sect had not needed him, Zhenyuanzi would have slapped him to death long ago.
He was far too arrogant.
It would have been one thing if he had some real strength.
But unfortunately...
He had no strength at all, which made