If You're Going to Behead Someone, Do It Several Times

The executioner was a burly, muscular man holding a huge cleaver. His face was covered in layers of flesh, making him look extremely vicious.

Sun Wukong simply lay down, as though resting his head on a pillow, and went to sleep on the chopping block with his face turned upward.

"This is f*cking ridiculous! Is he really not afraid of death, or does he actually possess some divine ability?"

The Third National Teacher stroked his goatee, his eyes cold as he muttered inwardly.

The executioner's eyes widened when he saw Sun Wukong's appearance. He instantly flew into a rage. This was simply a blatant provocation.

"Clang!"

A flash of cold light streaked by. The executioner raised and brought down his cleaver, and Sun Wukong's head was severed.

There was only a neat cross-section at his neck, yet not a drop of blood could be seen.

Tang Monk was dumbfounded when he saw this. He murmured, "Wukong, how could you be so careless? You've lost your life!"

"Hahaha!" The Second National Teacher immediately burst into excited laughter at the sight. "I told you not to court death. Now you've paid the price!"

Before anyone else could react, a new head suddenly grew from Sun Wukong's neck.

"Hehehe, this is fun! This is fun!"

Sun Wukong rested his head on the chopping block and laughed nonstop as he spoke.

The executioner's jaw nearly dropped, yet he was still deeply unconvinced. He furrowed his brows, and the huge cleaver in his hand came down again.

Another head rolled away. This time, all three national teachers stared at the severed cross-section without saying another word.

The King of Chechi Kingdom also stroked his chin and frowned, watching the scene with great concern.

Sure enough, another new head grew from Sun Wukong's neck.

"What kind