Confucius: Why Duel When You Can Gang Up? Ying Yao Falls!

Demonic energy churned, and demonic sounds echoed without end.

Golden Cicada, Sun Wukong, and the others arrived within the territory of Demon Ape Mountain. Standing on the ground thousands of miles away, they looked up at Demon Ape Mountain shrouded in demonic energy, each wearing a different expression.

Golden Cicada remained as still as an ancient well, his expression utterly calm.

But Sun Wukong, Ao Moang, and the others were overflowing with Battle Intent. They directly brought out their spiritual treasures, while the disciples of the Hundred Schools of Thought eagerly rubbed their hands together.

Along the way to Demon Ape Mountain, quite a few demons had died by their hands. They discovered that the more demons they wiped out, the faster they accumulated the vast righteous energy of the Literary Dao.

Not only that, they had learned from their teachers that after the Journey to the West Tribulation ended, the Heavenly Dao would bestow Heavenly Dao Merit and fortune according to their contributions.

With that, these disciples were fired up as though pumped full of adrenaline.

How was this a demon den?

It was clearly a treasure vault waiting for them to plunder.

"Master, Old Sun and a few junior brothers will go test the strength of Demon Ape Mountain's demons first. Once we kill Ying Yao, the Azure Cang Demon Emperor, and the others, you and the sages can come over."

Sun Wukong swung the Golden Hoop in his hand, itching for a fight.

At that moment.

Confucius said calmly, "Great Sage! As the saying goes, why duel when you can gang up on them? In my opinion, we should swarm them and raze Demon Ape Mountain to the ground."

"What do you disciples think?"

As he spoke, Confucius looked toward his Witch Clan disciples.

"Good, good!"

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