An Old Bastard, Rotten to the Core

The monkey was also thinking over Yang Jian's words. He was probably wondering whether his brother truly had the ability to do that.

Yang Jian continued, "You should have seen it just now. Other than him, no one could make the heart core unleash such immense energy. And have you thought about what I asked you? Why were you able to escape that cage? Why did you suddenly gain a brother? Why could that brother accurately arrange for you to intercept him here? More importantly, if he wanted the heart core, why didn't your brother come with you? Why did he send you here as cannon fodder instead?"

"Three-Eyes, how dare you call me cannon fodder?" The monkey flew into a rage. He had never been particularly convinced by Yang Jian to begin with.

Yang Jian said blandly, "Am I wrong? If he had wanted to break your head instead of your staff just now, do you think you would still be standing here? I'm truly curious what kind of person your friend is. Still, convincing you shouldn't be difficult. You never had much of a brain, did you?"

The monkey's expression turned ugly. Rarely, he did not argue with Yang Jian this time.

"Can you really stop the End-of-World Heavenly Tribulation? Can you really bring this Age of Dharma Decline to an end?"

I shook my head. "I can't be certain, but one thing is for sure: I'll give it everything I have. At the very least, I now know who my opponent is and what I need to do. The most urgent matter now is leaving this place. I don't know what this place is, but it clearly isn't friendly toward me. I don't know who else they might send besides you, but it doesn't matter. Before I