Sanzang shouted so loudly that it was clear he regarded Sun Wukong as his only straw to clutch at for salvation.
After all, Zhunti had said before that Sun Wukong was meant to protect him on his path.
To Sun Wukong, however, those words felt like swallowing a fly, leaving him utterly speechless.
He carried the pitch-black Chaos Spirit Treasure staff across his shoulder, an indescribably complex light churning in his golden eyes.
He was the foremost of the Four Mischievous Monkeys, the Stone Monkey of Numinous Wisdom, born from the Chaos Ape's origin-a defiant creature nurtured by heaven and earth.
And he was supposed to protect a scheming monk of mortal flesh?
If he followed his heart, he would have knocked the monk unconscious with one blow, slung him over his shoulder, and hauled him straight back to Vulture Peak to get the job over with.
That would spare him the endless sutras and incantations along the westward journey, not to mention having to pretend he was an obedient disciple.
Yet he could not.
Saint Zhunti's decree loomed like a mountain, and Saint Jieyin's Buddha Light stretched like an ocean.
However unruly Sun Wukong might have been, he knew exactly where he stood.
His Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation was nowhere near enough against the Interception Sect's Eight Great Personal Disciples.
But... defying the will of those two Sages would be seeking his own death.
This fucking...
Sun Wukong cursed inwardly, yet he had to force a stiff smile onto his face.
He drew a deep breath, slowly lowered the massive black staff from his shoulder, hefted it in his hand, then took a step forward.
With that step, his unruly aura surged like fierce oil set ablaze.
His blood qi rushed like mighty rivers, his golden fur stood on