"Hmph..." Bi Qing broke away from the battle, and a faint halo appeared over the two shells. Bi Qing's clear-featured face surfaced upon the shell's surface, still carrying a look of resentment. "And you still have the nerve to call yourself a monk Seeking Scriptures in the Pure Land! What monk under heaven keeps calling himself 'your daddy'?"
"That's your daddy's freedom. It has nothing to do with you lot!" Zhen Jie shouted impatiently. "If there's a grievance, spit it out already. If you've got the wrong person, get lost at once and let your daddy get some proper sleep!"
"Caw caw..." Peng Jun sneered. "Monk, if there were no grievance, why would we have traveled thousands of miles from the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons? If we don't kill you today and avenge our poor Brother Bi, we'll never have the face to call ourselves Demon Kings again!"
"Brother Bi?" Although Peng Jun had not named that Five-Colored Conch demon or explicitly said they had come to avenge it, Zhen Jie understood as soon as he heard it. Not many demons of the Demon Race had died by his hand, and that Five-Colored Conch demon was one of them—and the strongest among them. Since these three Demon Kings had come for revenge, this grudge had naturally been forged over that Five-Colored Conch demon!
Yet Zhen Jie still pretended ignorance and sneered. "Three old demons, along this journey Seeking Scriptures in the Pure Land, if there weren't ten thousand demons killed by your daddy's hands, there were at least several thousand. Who knows which one you mean? Besides, those demons were all hoodwinked into coming here to die. If you want revenge, go find whoever hoodwinked them. Why come looking for your daddy?"
"Hmph, this king only knows that