The Demon-Slaying Sword was gone.
The Demon-Cleaving Saber was gone.
The Demon-Binding Rope, Demon-Subduing Pestle, embroidered ball, and Little Fire Wheel had all been swept away, leaving nothing behind.
Only Nezha remained amid the wind and snow.
His six hands hung in midair.
All three faces froze at once.
Barefoot, he lowered his head and looked at his palms.
The lesser demons behind the cave entrance stared blankly for a moment, then erupted in cheers.
"The Great King won!"
Great King Si glanced back.
The lesser demons immediately stood at attention.
"Shut up."
The cave fell silent.
On the hillside, Wukong waved to Nezha.
"Hey, come back! Hurry back!"
"Your weapons are all gone. What are you standing there for?"
After a moment's silence, Nezha withdrew his three heads and six arms, turned, and flew back to the foot of the southern slope.
Great King Si stood at the cave entrance, slowly withdrawing his own three heads and six arms.
He watched Nezha retreat into the distance, then looked at the monkey on the hillside, whose grin was practically begging for a punch.
A sudden chill crept into his heart.
Had he walked into a trap?
Above the clouds, Deng Hua and Zhang Fan forcibly held their Thunder Wedges back.
Lightning flickered twice in their palms before being pressed down again.
Zhang Fan wiped his brow.
"Thank goodness we didn't act rashly."
Deng Hua stared at the White Ring, his expression tense.
"That ring truly is formidable. If it swept up our Thunder Wedges too, how could we face the Heavenly Venerable when we returned?"
Zhang Fan tucked his Thunder Wedge back into his belt.
"Never mind facing the Heavenly Venerable. I'm afraid we wouldn't even get through the gates of the Thunder Prefecture."
The two lowered their clouds.