That Year, the Heavenly Soldiers Stood Like Minions

At this moment, Flower Fruit Mountain was already a completely different sight.

The monkeys in the mountain had long been alarmed by the disturbance in the sky. Monkey after monkey gathered densely before the Water Curtain Cave, clutching clubs, blades, and forks, their fur standing on end and their expressions tense.

If not for their king being here, these monkeys... would have scattered and fled long ago.

Sun Wukong stood atop a peak outside the Water Curtain Cave, gazing at the formation of heavenly soldiers and clouds gradually pressing closer from the horizon. He threw back his head and laughed. "Good! Old Sun was just worried there'd be no fight to enjoy. One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers will do nicely for some practice!"

Yang Jian leaned lazily on his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, his cold gaze sweeping across the rolling clouds in the sky. The Heavenly Court is certainly in a hurry. They've already mobilized everyone to surround us.

The Hun Tian Ling around Nezha fluttered in the wind, and his face was full of excitement. With a tap of his toes, he leaped several feet into the air. "A fight! Finally, I won't be bored anymore!"

Zixia stood nearby, looking at the wild and unrestrained Sun Wukong, the calm and reserved Yang Jian, and the battle-hungry Nezha. The three held entirely different attitudes as she softly reminded them,

"Haotian will certainly ask the Buddhist sect for assistance this time. We must prepare in advance."

Sun Wukong nodded, golden light surging in his eyes. He leaped into the air, Dinghai Shenzhen pointing directly at the heavenly soldiers' cloud formation bearing down from above, and shouted,

"Children, grab your weapons! Let the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect see that everyone on Flower Fruit Mountain is no soft persimmon to be squeezed!"