Sun Wukong, standing beside An Yang, grinned at him. "See? I told you we could handle it..."
"You guessed it?" An Yang asked, somewhat surprised.
"Although the Heavenly Court now ruled over all things, and my demon clan had long since fallen into decline, don't forget that in ancient times, before the human Heavenly Court rose to power, it was my demon clan's Celestial Palace that ruled the Three Realms!" Sun Wukong said calmly. His expression toward An Yang had softened considerably. "Even though the Heavenly Court was powerful, my demon clan was naturally more suited to cultivation than humans. After all these years, many experts would have emerged! If it weren't for the immortals and gods suppressing us so harshly..."
As Sun Wukong spoke, he let out a sigh.
An Yang frowned and looked ahead. "Who are those two?"
"That lion was the former master of this mountain. He reached some agreements with the Buddhist sect and had been living in seclusion here for many years. When he heard that our Flower Fruit Mountain army was arriving, he directly handed Lion King Mountain over to us." Sun Wukong said, "As for that Golden-Winged Great Peng, I don't know. He has nothing to do with Flower Fruit Mountain. I never saw him show his face when Flower Fruit Mountain was first established. I suppose he's another demon who lived in seclusion and merely happened to be acquainted with that lion!"
"Oh! I thought you had seized Lion King Mountain from someone!"
"Hahaha..."
Sun Wukong laughed heartily as he looked ahead.
A lion king, a giant ape, and a Golden-Winged Great Peng stood in distant opposition to several immortals and gods, their attitudes calm yet fierce.
Five hundred years earlier, Sun Wukong was panting heavily. From time to time, he spat