Wukong Faces the Tribulation, Lin Zhu Has His Back

Lin Zhu let out a wild roar, his body transforming into a streak of golden-red light as he leaped to Sun Wukong's side. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Lin Zhu, who stood atop a Golden Lotus and wielded the God-Slaying Spear, he faced the Buddhist Sect army that seemed capable of crushing everything without the slightest fear. Instead, he bared his gleaming white teeth and roared arrogantly at Lin Zhu.

"Hell God! Today, I, Old Sun, will fight at your side and kill until heaven and earth are overturned, until blood stains the skies! Let every god and Buddha in the heavens know what true lawlessness means! Together, we'll slaughter our way through all realms and make all demons across the heavens bow their heads in submission!"

Lin Zhu burst into hearty laughter, his voice filled with exhilaration and disdain.

He turned his head to glance at Sun Wukong, appreciation in his eyes.

"What spirit! Worthy of the Great Sage! In that case, we'll divide the work.

"Guanyin and that big blue bastard are mine. As for the rest of the trash—Ananda, the eight hundred Arhats, the Five Directions Attendants, and these hundreds of millions of Buddhist Soldiers—they're all yours to deal with, Great Sage! Well? Dare you take them on?"

The moment Sun Wukong heard this, he became displeased, his monkey face showing clear dissatisfaction.

"What? You're only fighting two, and you're leaving all those to me? Are you looking down on Old Sun?!"

Yet the fighting spirit in his eyes blazed even hotter. He swung the Golden Cudgel fiercely, stirring the winds and clouds.

"But fine! These bald donkeys have oppressed Old Sun for a lifetime! Today, I'll drink Buddha Blood to my fill and wash away my past humiliation! Kill!!"

The moment the final word, "kill," left