Chapter 1160: Chapter 359: I Need Your Help
Luckily, Sun Wukong just reminded him, otherwise, he really would have hesitated.
Thinking of this, Zhenyuan gave a bitter laugh.
"It is because I am naive."
"Brother is only compassionate."
Sun Wukong did not blame Zhenyuan.
As an ancient god and demon, Zhenyuan is indeed one of the most kind-hearted to living beings.
His goodwill, although untimely, is quite natural.
Of course, in today’s Three Realms, having goodwill towards the enemy yields no benefit.
Zhenyuan smiled bitterly, compassionate?
These two words, combined with what he just said, seem so ironic.
However, after coming to his senses, Zhenyuan’s actions became a bit more ruthless.
Ji Meng knew he couldn’t escape.
These people were all strong, although none surpassed him in strength, their combined forces left him with no way out.
Sensing that Emperor Jun was in a bloody fight, wanting to rush over and rescue him.
Ji Meng smiled brilliantly.
"Your Majesty, I have never regretted becoming your subordinate. The world calls you cruel, but they do not understand that a true supreme of the Three Realms must wield an iron fist to rule the realms. Everything you’ve done was for the sake of the Three Realms."
He murmured, his voice not loud but clearly reaching Sun Wukong and the others.
At this moment, Emperor Jun’s face suddenly changed drastically.
"Ji Meng, hold on, I don’t allow you to die."
Emperor Jun was extremely angry, trying to break through Eastern King and their blockade, wanting to fight his way out.
However, Eastern King and the others did not give him the opportunity.
They struck even more forcefully, knowing Ji Meng couldn’t hold on for long, they naturally wouldn’t let Emperor Jun get through, otherwise, it would all be in vain.
Ji Meng also sensed this scene, he smiled slightly, saying: "Your Majesty, I know you’ve tried, I can’t drag you down, I believe the final victor of the Three Realms will surely be you, please forgive me, I cannot accompany you to the end."
In the astonished eyes of Sun Wukong and the others, Ji Meng’s breath quickly weakened, eventually dissipating completely.
Ji Meng died, and his form and spirit were both destroyed.
It wasn’t Sun Wukong and the others who killed Ji Meng, but Ji Meng committed suicide.
He severed all his vitality, shattering his own primordial spirit.
The purpose of Ji Meng was very simple.
He didn’t want Emperor Jun to risk it all and come to rescue him because of himself.
Everyone could see that it wasn’t easy for Emperor Jun to break through the suppression of Eastern King and the others.
Even if he got there, he would most likely be severely injured.
And for Emperor Jun, given the current situation, if he was severely injured, the entire line of the Ancient Heavenly Court would fall into great danger.
So, Ji Meng would rather sacrifice himself than see Emperor Jun get hurt.
Faced with two choices, he opted for suicide.
Emperor Jun’s eyes were about to burst, even if the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow were killed, he wouldn’t be this furious.
He was a merciless Heavenly Emperor, indifferent to the lives of living beings.
But Ji Meng wasn’t just any living being, he was a companion from the start, becoming like a brother, and also a loyal subordinate.
They had gone through countless eras together, enduring endless wars.
But now, Ji Meng was gone.
Emperor Jun went mad, murderous intent shaking the heavens.
Even Eastern King and their group felt a chill, understanding that this time they had truly angered this Ancient Heavenly Emperor.
In the opponent’s heart, they were most likely hated beyond measure.
Facing the frenzied attack of Emperor Jun, they found it somewhat difficult to suppress him.
The madness of a powerful Heavenly Emperor is truly terrifying.
However, they did not retreat, instead fiercely fought back.
If the opponent went berserk, they would accompany Emperor Jun in madness.
When warriors meet on a narrow path, the brave will win. In a life-and-death battle, any hint of retreat meant certain death.
Ji Meng died, and without a word, Sun Wukong and the others hurried to the Western Continent.
Upon seeing Sun Wukong, Emperor Jun’s eyes turned red.
He glared at Sun Wukong, rushing towards him.
Sun Wukong sneered, joining the battle.
Zhenyuan and Primordial Phoenix also joined, and now six powerful figures surrounded Emperor Jun alone.
"Shameless, bullying with numbers, do you have any decency?"
Xihe scolded.
Sun Wukong cast a glance at Xihe, unreservedly, he retorted coldly: "A supreme being attacking Earth and Human Immortals, that’s your idea of decency? The Ancient Heavenly Court truly is filled with shameless people."
Hearing Sun Wukong’s words, Xihe was angry but had no rebuttal.
"Kill."
Sun Wukong roared, besieging Emperor Jun with Eastern King and the others.
He seemed determined not to rest until Emperor Jun was killed.
Everyone was dumbfounded, seeing Sun Wukong so furious, they were somewhat bewildered.
Who was really at a loss here?
Why did they feel like Sun Wukong acted as if Emperor Jun had killed his prized subordinate, rather than the other way around?
People couldn’t help but look at each other, the scene unfolding before them was indescribably strange.
Emperor Jun almost burst with rage, gritting his teeth, seeking to single-handedly kill Sun Wukong amidst the siege.
But Sun Wukong was unafraid, knowing a solo fight wouldn’t make him the Emperor’s match.
Now with six powerful figures against one Emperor Jun, Sun Wukong naturally had no fear.
He was confident in his immortal body, making it difficult for Emperor Jun to kill him.
And so it was.
Emperor Jun couldn’t fully target Sun Wukong, and ordinary attacks couldn’t threaten Sun Wukong.
He fought with incredible frustration, feeling extremely stifled.
Moreover, Emperor Jun understood that if this continued, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.
Eastern King alone already matched him blow for blow.