Bajie had barely begun to speak.
The Steel-Pointed Spear in Great King Si's hand suddenly shuddered.
Its tip tore through the wind and snow, shooting straight for Bajie's face.
He still wore a smile, but his voice dropped very low.
"Little Tianpeng."
"Heaven's secrets must not be revealed. Don't go talking out of turn. I haven't had my fill of fun yet."
Bajie's eyes flew wide.
He had barely raised his Rake half an inch before the spear tip was before his eyes.
Clang!
The Golden Cudgel swept across.
Its shaft blocked the space before Bajie, forcibly bracing against the Steel-Pointed Spear.
Sparks burst between spear and cudgel.
The firelight lit Wukong's profile, his gaze frighteningly cold.
Great King Si looked at him.
Wukong looked back at Great King Si.
The two weapons pressed against each other in midair. Neither gave ground.
Then Wukong suddenly grinned and said, "Idiot."
Bajie swallowed.
Without turning his head, Wukong said, "Who cares who he is? So what if you recognize him?"
He lowered his wrist, and the Golden Cudgel pushed the Steel-Pointed Spear half an inch outward.
"Whatever you do, don't say who he is. Once you do, we won't get to fight."
"If Old Sun doesn't give him a beating today, I won't be satisfied."
Wukong suddenly exerted his strength. The cudgel shuddered, knocking the Steel-Pointed Spear aside and driving Great King Si back.
He turned and cocked an eyebrow at Bajie.
"We're already here. Listen to me."
"Together."
"Beat him up!"
Bajie froze.
He looked at Wukong, then at Great King Si. The fat on his face stopped quivering, and his gaze changed.
He viciously huffed out a cloud of white breath.
"Fine."
"Let's beat him first and talk later!"
He opened both hands. "Ptoo, ptoo." He spat twice into