A Stray Deep Sea Demon Whale King on the Road

"I didn't expect it, you're the one who called old Sun out, but I never thought I'd still be able to see Master before he became the Celestial Emperor."

Sun Wukong's summoned appearance differed from his carefree posture in the skyscreen, as he wore a yellow pilgrim's outfit.

"Wukong, you aren't going on a journey to the Western Paradise, are you?"

Xu Feng looked at this classic attire. Was there still someone in this world who could be called a Buddha? Furthermore, if he created the Celestial Court in the future, it would be absolutely impossible for Buddhism to appear. Why was Wukong still going to the Western Paradise?

"Unsayable, unsayable, Master, please don't make things difficult for your disciple. This is what you yourself instructed."

Sun Wukong was also in a tight spot. His future master had specifically instructed him never to tell his present master about future events. With masters on both sides, he was in a very difficult position.

"Alright."

Although Xu Feng desperately wanted to know what his future self was up to, he did not want to make things difficult for Sun Wukong. After all, this was his childhood idol and hero.

"Fine, since it's a fight, which of the two of you is going to fight old Sun!"

Sun Wukong had not forgotten this skyscreen and why it had brought him back. Although he didn't really want to help Three-Eyed, when it came to a fight, he would never hold back.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King and Ditian exchanged a glance and decisively chose to kneel. Are you kidding me? No matter how resounding their titles were, those were only limited to the scope of soul beasts. How could they compare to this Great Sage Equal to Heaven who had caused Havoc in Heaven?

"How boring, how boring."

Sun Wukong looked at the number one spot above his head and boredly returned straight away. Tang Wulin also received his own reward, a black puppy that possessed divine beast bloodlines.

"Alright! Then it's time for us to settle accounts!"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stared fixedly at Ditian before him. He would never forget the humiliation of Ditian stepping on him in the ocean back then.

In that battle, he lost half a whale fin, and even more, his dignity as a generation of kings. Now, he had returned with ninety percent of a divine body, believing himself to stand at the peak of this continent. It was time to let this once-aloof dragon race also taste the feeling of groveling on the ground.

Ditian expressionlessly watched this aggressive opponent. He carefully sized up the Deep Sea Demon Whale King. That massive body was indeed covered with a faint layer of divine radiance, and compared to his appearance in the sea back then, he was indeed stronger by more than one level.

However, facing this fellow hissing at him, Ditian had only one thought in his head: had this guy soaked in the sea for too long and soaked his brains out?

Back then in the sea, he hadn't been a match for him, yet now he dared to hiss at him on land. Did he really think that a mere ninety percent divine body could make up for the insurmountable chasm between bloodlines and realms?

"Make your move."

Ditian didn't even put up any defensive posture, because an opponent like this was not enough to make him go all out.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King let out a furious roar, his massive body abruptly charging forward. He swung his huge front fin, smashing it down directly toward Ditian's head.

However, one minute later.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King was already lying on the ground, his limbs twitching, without even the strength to move a muscle.

He hadn't even seen clearly how Ditian made his move; that lightning-fast claw directly tore apart his proud defense.

Ditian slowly walked up to him, looking down at him from above without a shred of pity in his eyes. He raised his right hand—that was his proud Dragon God Claw.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's body had indeed transformed into a divine body by ninety percent, but after all, that ten percent weakness still remained. Furthermore, what if he really transformed his body completely into a divine body? In front of the Dragon God Claw, the so-called divine body was merely a slightly tougher target.

This genuine divine artifact could even injure true deities, let alone a mere false god who had not yet fully transformed.

"The king of the sea can only claim kingship in the sea after all." Ditian withdrew the Dragon God Claw and turned to leave. "Land is not a place where you can run wild."

Hearing these exact same words, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's emotions were transported back to that year. Back then, he had wanted to come to land in order to devour land soul beasts, and then, just like now, Ditian had taken him out in a single move.

"Trash!"

Tang San watched the Deep Sea Demon Whale King get taken out in a single move. Once again, he had ended up in third place this time. Why was his life so bitter? Just when he finally thought he could win, fate played yet another joke on him.

All that talk about nearly a million years of cultivation was utter nonsense. The gap between having a divine artifact and not having one could simply not be made up for by cultivation. Otherwise, why was Ditian the Beast God while the Deep Sea Demon Whale King couldn't even survive to ten thousand years later? This was the gap in strength.

Having experienced another failure, the ability stripped from Tang San this time was Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. He experienced another weakening and wanted to play no longer.

After being teleported back, Tang Wulin did not return to the Douluo III era, but instead followed Xu Feng to the Douluo II era. After all, for Tang Wulin now, although this was the young version of his father, he was still his father. Having finally met his biological father, how could he possibly go back without doing anything? At least he had to meet his birth mother.

"Uh... Well then, let's go participate in the Soul Master Tournament first..."

Looking at his fine strapping son before him, Xu Feng also felt too embarrassed to continue lingering in the Star Dou Great Forest. After all, flirting with a woman who wasn't his mother right in front of his son was such an awkward thing that he simply couldn't do it.

Along this entire journey, Huo Yutong maintained a squinting-eyes expression. Although a smile constantly hung on her face, the reality was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

She had long since understood that there would definitely be many women by Brother Feng's side. After all, Sister Meng and Sister Nannan were already two in the open, and that Silver Dragon King who had run over also crowded around day and night.

Therefore, Huo Yutong's goal from beginning to end was that she had to be number three. It was just that she was too young right now, so Brother Feng would definitely not touch her; otherwise, given Brother Feng's conditions, he would have already broken his abstinence long ago.

And now, Tang Wulin's appearance posed a huge threat. After all, he was a son—a son who could inherit Brother Feng's position.

Huo Yutong had heard more than once in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion that if she were a son, she could compete for the position of the White Tiger Duke, and the treatment of her mother and herself would also change.

Therefore, the moment Huo Yutong saw Tang Wulin, she had already regarded his mother as her greatest enemy. This was also due to her experiences in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, causing her to completely overlook the skyscreen's very first introduction: Tang Wulin was a severe victim of female preference over males. In other words, to Xu Feng, daughters and sons were completely different.