Why Had the Buddha Ancestor Surrendered First?

"Jinnara, calm down!"

As soon as Shi Yu finished speaking, a drizzle began to fall between heaven and earth, dispersing the demonic aura lingering throughout the world.

"Sigh, forget it!"

"You wouldn't listen even if I told you, so don't blame me. I really can't bear to do this either!"

Shi Yu turned his palm into a fist and slammed it into Wutian again and again. After two punches from the Personality Correction Fist,

Watching Wutian get pummeled by Shi Yu, Lu Ya, imprisoned in midair, could not help bursting into hearty laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Wutian, didn't I tell you? You were in for it, but you didn't believe me. So, how do those punches feel?"

As he laughed, Lu Ya suddenly could not laugh anymore. Shi Yu had seemed to beat him exactly the same way before.

Wutian no longer roared in fury. Seeing Wutian pinned down, Shi Yu waved to A Xiu.

A Xiu walked up to Wutian, raised her hand, and gently stroked his cheek. The warmth of her fingertips gradually weakened Wutian's struggles.

"Jinnara, I'm back!"

Wutian stared blankly at A Xiu. The anger in his eyes gradually subsided, and his eyes regained their light.

"You really are A Xiu..."

"Back then... back then, in Yunpoluo Kingdom, didn't your soul and spirit completely perish?"

Remembering those painful events, Wutian's expression dimmed. Fortunately, A Xiu had appeared before him once more.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you everything in detail later. We haven't seen each other in so long. I never expected you to change so much!"

A Xiu smiled faintly. She had never expected that the little monk who once urged people to do good would now have become the Demon King who stirred up the Three Realms...

He suddenly lowered his head, his voice hoarse.