Beneath Five-Finger Mountain Lie Buried Bones!

Divine General Wuyi was now nothing more than a qualified punching bag.

He was currently being savagely beaten by Bajie. Although they had successfully kept Wuyi from escaping just now, to be honest, if Bajie had not habitually set up an array, the guy might really have run eight or ten thousand meters away.

Falling back when you could not win and letting Master handle it was one thing.

Messing up the task Master had assigned was another matter entirely.

Bajie could not sink to the level of Little White Dragon, that useless dragon brat who was always pulling the, "Master, I've disgraced our sect again," routine.

So he put in a great deal of effort.

Wuyi did not even get the chance to say something like, "I bestow upon you the Godslayer, Fierce Pig."

From beginning to end, he was thoroughly on the receiving end of the beating.

His injuries steadily worsened, while weakness, helplessness, and pain kept washing over him.

After Bajie had beaten him enough, Ao Yulie went over and viciously kicked him a few times as well. Who would have thought that someone with such thick brows and big eyes, who looked like the sort to only charge straight ahead, could be so insidious?

Society really ought to teach him a lesson. How could he be so underhanded?

He had not learned properly. Open and aboveboard was clearly the right path.

Once the two had finished beating him, Tang Luo walked over, grabbed Wuyi by the head, and used Soul Salvation.

After that series of chained actions, even though Wuyi took pride in his identity as a celestial god, he finally could not hold out any longer and revealed what Tang Luo and the others wanted to know.

Still, he counted as someone who had half