Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing had been reduced to ashes by Sun Wukong, leaving only his formless soul floating in the air. The sight stunned the hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.
"What are you standing around for? Kill him!"
Li Jing shouted angrily, then immediately fled behind Nezha.
A wise man knew when to yield. He had no intention of being reduced to ashes.
"You old bastard, you're such a weakling!"
Nezha rolled his eyes at Li Jing.
At those words, Li Jing didn't dare argue. After all, Nezha had powerful connections and formidable cultivation.
Over the years, Li Jing had endured countless sneers and taunts. He was used to them by now.
"Marshal Tianpeng, do you dare fight me?"
Marshal Tianpeng called out.
He was imposing and handsome, wielding the Shang Bao Qin Jin Pa. The might of a Peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal swept outward, and boundless Dao Resonance surged around him. Sun Wukong's body jolted, and he couldn't help taking Tianpeng seriously.
"Marshal Tianpeng, I'll help you!"
Juling Shen's voice boomed like thunder from the Nine Heavens.
His head was shaped like a grain basket, his eyes were like bronze bells, and his hair stood on end. His waist was ten spans around. He was clearly a powerful deity capable of moving mountains, creating seas, and destroying all things.
He gripped a Xuanhua battle-axe in both hands as the laws of strength flowed around him.
Heaven and Earth Sha Qi roiled around him, making his might plain for all to see.
"Heh, come fight Old Sun for three hundred rounds!"
"But before we settle things, Old Sun's going to slaughter these Heavenly Soldiers and Generals!"
Sun Wukong showed no fear. He spoke calmly.
He plucked out a handful of hairs and used the Seventy-two Earthly Fiend