After Wu Feng finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Bajie's stunned face and said calmly, "I can't use any spells right now, so you can kill me whenever you want. You and I have many grudges between us. You can make your move now."
Wu Feng had directly revealed the truth mainly because he respected Zhu Bajie's intelligence.
Although Zhu Bajie looked rather foolish, he was among the smartest in the entire pilgrimage team. Otherwise, he could never have become a turncoat.
If Wu Feng had deceived Zhu Bajie and claimed that he could still use his magical power freely, Zhu Bajie would have discovered the truth very quickly.
When that happened, a casual test from Zhu Bajie would have been enough to take Wu Feng's life.
Therefore, Wu Feng chose to be honest.
The look in Zhu Bajie's eyes was absolutely fascinating at that moment.
Schadenfreude, delight, relief, lingering fear—even a crazed smile spread across his face, among other things.
In any case, Zhu Bajie probably had countless thoughts running through his mind at that moment, many of them malicious thoughts directed at Wu Feng, all flashing past one after another.
Yet Wu Feng continued standing where he was, watching Zhu Bajie.
Zhu Bajie also watched Wu Feng. Only after a long while did he say loudly, "Saint Wu Feng, it seems you're certain that I won't kill you for revenge."
"That isn't necessarily so. I said that you can kill me, but you must bear the consequences of killing me afterward."
Wu Feng said leisurely, "You're a smart man. I don't want to say too much. You'll understand on your own."
Zhu Bajie naturally understood what Wu Feng meant.
After all, once Wu Feng died, Zhu Bajie would likely have trouble surviving as well. Wu would easily erase