Jia Baoyu Repents and Turns Over a New Leaf?

Watching the bloody rain fall from the sky, the group fell silent. So even "Heaven" could bleed?

What did it mean for man to conquer Heaven?

This was man conquering Heaven!

Sun Wukong carried the Golden Cudgel over his shoulder as the bloody rain fell around him without staining him in the slightest.

Golden light flickered in his eyes like dancing flames as he looked around and muttered, "Looks like I lost..."

Sun Wukong had originally intended to kill his opponent with a single strike, but the other party had decisively sacrificed his arm and fled.

The force of Sun Wukong's blow had failed to follow that arm and strike at the root of the problem.

He had failed to kill the opponent in one blow, as promised.

Pursing his lips, Sun Wukong put away the Golden Cudgel and descended. "True Lord, can you see where that sneaky bastard hid?"

"..."

When there was nothing going on, it was Old Yang, Three-Eyes. When there was trouble, it was True Lord.

Yang Jian found it strange. Since when had this monkey become so pragmatic?

"It landed in this world, but—"

"But what?" Sun Wukong asked anxiously.

"What are you in such a hurry for? You can't make another move anyway," Yang Jian said. As an injured man, he had no awareness of being injured at all.

He was making a racket over there, unlike Yang Jian, who was so composed. He had merely opened his Heavenly Eye for a glance.

He would not be looking again for the next few months.

"But I saw that it didn't hide. It merged into this world instead," Yang Jian said.

"Merged? What do you mean?" Tang Luo walked over.

Yang Jian used an analogy. "Like a drop of water merging into a lake."

"Oh,