Sun Wukong had always kept his word.
When he said it was a one-blow deal, he struck only once, never twice. That was the fine reputation he had built over many years in the Three Realms.
Qing Sang followed Lord Sun with a face full of smiles, utterly off guard.
He was still calculating how to record more incriminating evidence with the Recording Stone later, and probe them for information along the way.
Then, the moment they stopped-
Sun Wukong pulled an embroidery needle from his ear and waved it into the wind. The Golden Cudgel, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, appeared in his hand. The Great Sage swung it down without so much as a warning.
Bang!
The poor silkworm Demon King's body burst apart like an overripe watermelon, smashed to pieces.
What little demon could withstand the Golden Cudgel?
Still, Sun Wukong had underestimated this silkworm spirit. Someone the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord had taken as a godson, and dispatched to plot against an Immortal Official of the Heavenly Court, did have a trick or two up his sleeve.
But that was all-a trick or two.
The instant his demonic body shattered, a wisp of remnant soul shot out of the bloody pulp. The silkworm spirit's soul darted between the spirit vein's stone walls, shrieking in terror.
"How can immortals of the Heavenly Court just attack people!"
"Don't you follow procedures when questioning someone? We agreed to do business together, so why did you go straight for the kill!"
"You have no warrior's honor! I'll report you to the Jade Emperor!"
Just listen to that. What a novelty.
A Demon King who had committed countless atrocities in the Mortal Realm wanted to report an Immortal Official to the Jade Emperor?
Just then, the silkworm spirit's remnant