In the center of the great hall, Kui Mulang's violent writhing and frenzied struggles abruptly stopped.
The crazed ferocity in his blood-red wolf eyes receded like the tide.
He stared fixedly at the flesh and blood in Baihuaxiu's arms, his chest heaving.
Kui Mulang stopped struggling.
He turned his blood-smeared face toward Wukong, his dull eyes filled with pleading.
Wukong stood to one side, his golden eyes narrowed slightly.
He raised a furry finger and flicked it through the air.
With a sharp snap, the golden immortal cord binding Kui Mulang turned into a wisp of pure air and vanished without a trace.
Freed of his bonds, Kui Mulang struggled to prop himself up.
His knees were shattered; he could only half kneel on the jade steps.
He crawled forward on his knees along the White Jade Steps, the coarse fabric scraping against the jade tiles and leaving two horrifying trails of dark-red blood. He paid them no heed, inching toward his younger son and Baihuaxiu.
"Urgh-!"
With a low groan suppressed to its utmost limit, a deep-blue inner core slowly emerged from his chest and hovered in the air.
Intricate golden stellar array patterns flickered across its surface, as though alive.
The instant the core emerged, powerful stellar power rippled outward like water.
Kui Mulang did not even raise his head to spare another glance at the inner core that held ten thousand years of cultivation. He only gazed at the mother and child.
Beside him, the White Tiger Divine Lord's armor plates clashed in a rapid metallic ringing.
He seized Kui Mulang's shoulder, his furious roar making the hall reverberate:
"Have you gone mad?! Has tribulation miasma gotten into your head? Are you throwing everything away?!"
A few soft chuckles rolled from Kui Mulang's throat.
He reached