The Most Painful Thing... (Part 1)

Sun Wukong needed no reason to choose someone. With a casual sweep of his gaze, whoever it landed on was the one. It was like playing Russian roulette—anyone could be chosen, and whether they lived or died depended entirely on their luck.

And for the first time, the person Sun Wukong chose was none other than Tang Rouyu!

Sun Wukong was not running fast; one could even say he was moving slowly, at the pace of an ordinary person. Everyone could clearly see his figure and movements. Precisely because of this, the psychological pressure on them kept mounting.

Especially for Tang Rouyu, whom Sun Wukong had chosen.

Fear, trembling, despair, misery... in the end, it all condensed into a silent, bitter smile. Resist? Was that possible? Run? That would be far too pathetic. In that case... she might as well give up. No matter what, there was no way she could survive Sun Wukong.

Still, there were some regrets...

Suddenly, a figure rushed in front of Sun Wukong. Purple flames surged skyward, instantly rising more than a hundred feet and forming an enormous barrier that shielded Tang Rouyu behind it.

When Tang Rouyu saw that figure, she suddenly felt that her final regret had vanished in that instant.

Sun Wukong laughed. "Can you save her?" He plucked a small tuft of monkey hair and blew on it. In an instant, more than ten Sun Wukongs appeared, shrieking as they charged at Yin Kuang.

"Bastard!" Furious purple flames blazed in Yin Kuang's eyes. He opened them wide, roared, brought his hands together, and thrust them forward. With a roar, a purple giant dragon as thick as a train raised its head and twisted its body, charging straight at the cluster of Sun Wukongs. The Sun Wukongs immediately leaped and darted about,