"Pfft, hahaha! Great Sage, that's downright wicked of you."
"To think you came up with such a disgusting way to deal with Zhu Bajie. Ah, our Second Senior Brother must have accumulated eight lifetimes of rotten luck!"
"This is a video you can smell. Don't stop me-I need to go outside and throw up too."
Naturally, Sun Wukong was livestreaming Zhu Bajie's ordeal.
The monsters in the group found the sight of Zhu Bajie being treated this way both gratifying and nauseating.
"Who told him to strut around like he owned the whole world? This is nothing. If he manages to see me today, I, Sun Wukong, will take his surname! If I don't torment him until he cries for his mommy and daddy, he'll think I'm some sickly housecat!"
Sun Wukong snorted coldly. This was a chance to give Zhu Bajie a proper lesson out in the open, and he certainly wasn't going to miss it.
"Besides, what good is sending him here... If they want me back, Guanyin will have to come too! No, Guanyin isn't enough. Make that old bastard Patriarch Bodhi come in person as well!"
Although Sun Wukong had promised the Yellow Wind Monster that he would return to Flat Peak Mountain and cooperate in turning the tables, he naturally wouldn't go back so easily. He intended to hold out for the right price and make sure he got all the face he was due.
He would show Tang Sanzang, Guanyin, and the others just what it meant to summon a god easily, only to find sending him away difficult!
"Hahaha, I'm behind you, Great Sage! But I don't think this little show of force is enough. You're short on ammunition. Want me to contribute the stockpiles of all the little monsters in my Fire