But Yang Jian had never needed to explain himself to anyone, especially not these Heavenly Soldiers and Generals before him.
Yang Jian put away his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear!
Ignoring Sun Wukong's panting, furious expression, and the stunned Heavenly Court crowd, he simply said:
"Sound the gong and withdraw the troops!"
Then he turned and left.
Nezha hurriedly scampered after him!
"Second Brother..."
"I wasn't wrong this time, was I?"
Yang Jian nodded almost imperceptibly, an equally faint smile touching his lips as he muttered to himself:
This little junior brother was pretty good!
He had backbone...
That battle had been truly satisfying!
Since True Lord of Pure Origin and Marvelous Dao had given the order, even if Li Jing was unhappy, there was nothing he could do... After all, he truly was no match for Sun Wukong. Yang Jian and Nezha were clearly just going through the motions, leaving him grinding his teeth in hatred.
He did not even dare say another word.
Nezha was too reckless... If he voiced a complaint, that brat would truly dare attack him without showing him the slightest mercy!
"This is utterly outrageous!"
Li Jing cursed inwardly.
He waved his hand and ordered the troops to withdraw...
When he looked toward Yang Jian and Nezha again, the two had already headed for the South Heaven Gate. Li Jing froze for a moment, hastily gave instructions to his subordinates, and quickly chased after them.
Watching their backs.
Sun Wukong was utterly bewildered:
"What exactly did Yang Jian come here for?"
"Was it just to beat me up?"
He had clearly held the upper hand, yet he deliberately claimed he was no match. Sun Wukong was furious as well. Was this bastard here to humiliate me?
Feeling the soreness throughout his body and the Nine Revolutions