Let Sun Wukong Settle Bad Debts and Take the Blame!

Ao Run sighed and pretended to helplessly let go.

Sun Wukong crashed to the ground, his face flushed red as he panted heavily. There was a trace more clarity in his eyes; just now, he had nearly seen his great-grandmother.

If Ao Guang's aura suppression had merely intimidated him, then Ao Run's sudden attack had taken him to the brink of death. That sense of helplessness and suffocation had enveloped him, and he had truly felt a little despair.

"Old Dragon King, you're still the reasonable one!"

There was a touch of gratitude in Sun Wukong's tone as he spoke softly to Ao Guang.

When he looked at Ao Run, there was no other emotion in his eyes. No matter what, he did not want to endure such torment again.

"Brother, this king can temporarily refrain from pursuing Sun Wukong's crimes. But once he leaves the East Sea Dragon Palace, I cannot guarantee anything."

"He brutally murdered my son Ao Lie. I will never forget this hatred!"

Ao Lie steadied himself, afraid that he might laugh.

As one of the Eightfold Heavenly Dragons, he enjoyed the fortune of the Heavenly Court deities and the incense merit of the Western Sect Buddhas. Setting aside authority, those benefits alone nearly surpassed those of him, the West Sea Dragon King.

For such an easy and lucrative position to fall to Ao Lie was practically like the dragon clan's ancestral graves emitting green smoke.

"This old Sun..."

Sun Wukong still wanted to argue a few words, but after seeing the stern look Ao Guang gave him, he silently lowered his head.

Several breaths later, he said with a complicated expression, "This old Sun should be able to leave now, right?"

It was not thieves that one feared, but thieves who kept thinking about you!