A bone-chilling wind swept across the ruins of Lion Camel Ridge. The Three Great Demon Kings stood where they were, staring in the direction Sun Wukong had vanished, an unprecedented chill rising in all their hearts.
If that lawless monkey truly went on a rampage at Mount Wutai, Mount Emei, or even the Great Thunderclap Monastery, the consequences would probably be a hundred times worse than if they had eaten Tang Monk!
A golden meteor tore across the heavens as Sun Wukong drove his Somersault Cloud to its limit. The sea of clouds on either side resembled white waves split apart by a Giant Axe, racing madly backward. The howling wind shrieked sharply beside his ears.
After flying only a few hundred li, the golden light in Sun Wukong's Fiery Eyes of Truth suddenly flickered. He abruptly stomped down on his Somersault Cloud in midair. The immense inertia sent him gliding forward dozens of zhang, forcibly dragging out a visible white shockwave through the Void.
"Something's not right..." Sun Wukong frowned tightly. The Golden Staff restlessly spun twice in his hand, scattering scorching sparks through the air. "If I, Old Sun, go there just like this, that old monk Manjushri might start talking Tai Chi with me, spouting nonsense about destiny and tribulations. How could I possibly outargue all their convoluted Buddhist doctrines? If I get angry and start fighting, all the Arhats and Vajras on that mountain will swarm me. Even if I can smash their golden bodies to pieces, it'll still delay the rescue of my master."
He lowered his head and touched the icy Image Recording Stone in his robes. Chu Yang's composed expression and blade-sharp words from earlier surfaced in his mind.
"That brat may be a mortal, but his mind works fast, and his tongue