Wu Feng frowned and said to Zhu Bajie, "Second Martial Brother, Master still hasn't returned. As his disciples, if we leave, you won't be able to bear the consequences either."
Zhu Bajie sneered. "Master offended Zhenyuanzi. He's a Saint now, while Master is only a future Saint. Although the future is certain, who knows when it will happen?"
"I only want to return to Gao Village. I don't want to be killed by Zhenyuanzi before long."
Sun Wukong's eyes remained fixed on the rake, his expression shifting as though he had thought of something.
Seeing that Sun Wukong remained silent, Wu Feng had no choice but to continue persuading Zhu Bajie. "Second Martial Brother, you'll regret doing this."
"Stop nagging. I'm leaving now. If you try to stop me, I'll fight you. I won't bully you—I'll give you three moves. If you still can't defeat me within those three moves, I won't hold back."
Zhu Bajie was actually very crafty. He knew that even with this Innate Spiritual Treasure, he might not be able to gain the upper hand against Sun Wukong. Thus, he used these words to keep Sun Wukong from attacking. He only needed to deal with Wu Feng.
As for Wu Feng's strength, Zhu Bajie viewed it as worthless as a clay dog or a straw chicken. Let alone three moves—even if he gave Wu Feng three hundred, Wu Feng could not possibly break through his defenses.
Wu Feng's cultivation was simply too low. With a late-stage Heavenly Immortal cultivation base, he could not be considered remarkable. At the very least, among the pilgrimage party, even White Dragon Horse could deal with Wu Feng within three moves.
However, that was only on the surface. Wu Feng's cultivation was low, but he also had the system.
Seeing that