Watching the scene on his phone, Qin Fen felt an inexplicable joy. That voice was familiar, one he had often heard as a child. Seeing that familiar face and manner, Big Chef's anger subsided a little.
A pair of Lotus-Silk Cloud-Stepping Shoes appeared on the ground. Sun Wukong's Golden Chainmail Armor glittered in the sunlight as he swaggered forward, shaking his head. The plumes of his Phoenix-Wing Purple-Gold Crown swayed above him, making him look imposing.
With the Compliant Golden-Hooped Staff resting across his shoulders and both hands hooked over it, Sun Monkey walked between the two sides, suppressing a laugh. He glanced at Pigsy. "Idiot, what brings you here looking for romance?"
Pigsy smiled bitterly. "Love has always left nothing but regret, and this regret stretches on without end!"
"Stop. Just stop! I don't want to hear that. Through all eighty-one trials on our pilgrimage, you said it so often my ears grew calluses. Now it makes me want to puke! Can't you find another line?" Monkey chuckled, pivoted, and faced the three Demon Kings, standing shoulder to shoulder with Old Ox.
Old Ox turned to look at Monkey, inwardly roaring, My brother!
The two stood there, laughing at ease, treating the enemies surrounding them as though they did not exist. Watching them, Pigsy felt a surge of heroic pride. "Senior Brother, count Old Pig in today!" He flicked his right hand, and the Nine-Toothed Rake appeared in his grasp. The three gathered together, an impregnable barrier against ten thousand foes. They exchanged glances and burst out laughing, their spirits soaring to the skies.
If the lesser demons surrounding them had been ready to wave their flags and cheer before, now they were at a loss.
Their three kings had formidable origins and Bodhisattvas backing them. Naturally, they were