No one would ask who Kui Wood Wolf was, surely?
Ask, and the answer was: even twenty Pig Bajies and Sand Monks together could not defeat him. Against Brother Monkey, he could still trade fifty or sixty rounds without losing.
Though in terms of strength, the Twenty-Eight Mansions truly were not all that outstanding.
There was a vast gap between them and the real big shots who had been putting on an act. Kui Wood Wolf himself, in particular, had even been beaten into a psychological shadow by Brother Monkey.
But could one call him weak?
At the very least, Li Su did not dare say so.
For one obvious reason: he had already seen two figures from Journey to the West in the Mythical Realm.
Zhenyuan Immortal of Five Manor Temple, and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven of Flower-Fruit Mountain.
What level of strength did they possess?
The former sat upon a boundless continent, with endless outer demons filling the starry sky above his head—yet he held them all back alone.
As for the latter, before the Great Destruction, he had struck with a single staff. A million years later, that strike still left Li Su with the feeling that he could not block it, could not endure it, and would be smashed to death outright.
In other words, compared to the films, novels, and television shows he had watched in his previous life—
The beings of the Three Realms in this world were, without question, monstrously powerful, every last one of them.
At the very least, the figure standing before the palace gates gave Li Su an intensely dangerous, utterly lethal feeling.
Could this Heavenly Court constellation lord before him, the leader of the White Tiger, possibly be weak?
After thinking it over, Li Su said, "Old