Yang Jian stared impassively at the curved blade embedded in Sun Wukong's chest. A slight change came over his eyes as he murmured, "Kushan Fang..."
He knew well that this Short Blade was said to have been carved from the tusk of a divine elephant from the Kingdom of Tianzhu that had lived for a thousand years. Pure as frost, it contained the divine elephant's Magic Power and possessed a mysterious force. It had always been the treasured possession of the Elephant King of Lion Camel Ridge.
"Senior Brother Jue An, have you betrayed our master?" Sun Wukong's laughter ceased as he asked, enunciating each word.
Jue An looked at the gleaming white teeth Sun Wukong had bared, and a trace of apprehension flashed through his eyes. Yet he swiftly regained his composure and gritted his teeth.
"So what if I have?"
"Then everything you told Old Sun before was a lie?" Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Not all of it. Patriarch Bodhi truly was gravely injured and is close to death. But Jue Ming and I were the ones who wounded him." Jue An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
To make the act convincing enough to fool a shrewd devil like Sun Wukong, the injuries on his body had all been real.
"Then if I'm cleaning house, killing you alone won't be enough." Sun Wukong mused.
"To tell you the truth, Jue Ming has already been slapped to death by the Patriarch. If you set off now, you might still catch up to him on the Yellow Springs Road." Convinced that Sun Wukong was badly wounded, Jue An had no fear at all.
"Are you stupid? Old Sun erased my name from the Book of Death long ago. I won't enter