Chapter 1232: Chapter 378: Breaking Out of the Demon Realm (2)
Yang Jian walked over and asked, "Are you okay?"
Sun Wukong shook his head, smiling as he said, "Old Sun is naturally fine, you don’t need to worry, brother."
Only then did Yang Jian relax a bit, but he hesitated to speak.
Sun Wukong’s face briefly flashed a smile, but he quickly restrained it.
His expression turned gloomy, and with a sigh, he said, "Brother, I’m sorry, I tried hard, I even killed one of their Supremes..."
With that, Sun Wukong fell silent.
Yang Jian’s eyes reddened a bit, he took a deep breath, patting Sun Wukong’s shoulder, and said solemnly, "I understand, it wasn’t your fault, it was Nezha’s fate, it’s good that you came back."
True Martial Great Emperor and the others were surprised, Nezha really fell in the Demon Realm.
This is definitely a major event in the Three Realms.
The Third Prince Nezha, Great God of the Three Altars of the Ocean, was also one of Heavenly Court’s top warriors.
Even after the return of strong figures from the Primordial era, he was still considered among the mighty, stepping into the Sub-Paramount ranks, able to challenge Supremes.
Such an elite of the Three Realms, actually died.
If news spreads, it could be described as earthshaking.
Yang Jian took another deep breath and asked, "Do you know who Nezha died at the hands of?"
Sun Wukong asked with a puzzled face, "Brother, what did you say?"
Yang Jian was also a bit confused, he stared at Sun Wukong, repeating what he just said.
"Do you know who Nezha died at the hands of?"
"Who said Nezha is dead?"
Sun Wukong asked in surprise.
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, speechlessly looking at Sun Wukong.
At this point, Yang Jian realized that this monkey was deliberately fooling him, making him think Nezha was dead.
He was amused and helpless, glaring at Sun Wukong, and said in annoyance, "Hurry up and let Nezha out, you rascal, always joking around."
True Martial Great Emperor and others also realized, this monkey is too playful, even deceiving the Judicial Deity, making Yang Jian nearly shed tears.
Sun Wukong laughed heartily and then let Nezha out.
As soon as Nezha appeared, he immediately saw Yang Jian and turned to run.
However, Yang Jian grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
With a sullen face, he looked at Nezha, who kept smiling apologetically, and coldly said, "Brother, this time you really went too far."
Nezha chuckled awkwardly and said, "Second brother, wasn’t I just angry? You said they targeted the monkey and turned into my likeness to do this, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got, I went off on impulse."
"You almost got Wukong killed, do you know?"
Yang Jian coldly asked.
Nezha shrank his neck, he definitely understood this point, otherwise, he wouldn’t be feeling so guilty.
They were in the Dark Demon Abyss and even attracted Heavenly Emperor strongmen in the end, thinking about how hard it must have been for Sun Wukong to fight his way out.
Remembering this, Nezha looked at Sun Wukong with gratitude and a sense of guilt.
This time he truly felt he was wrong.
Sun Wukong watched the scene in front of him with a smile.
Nezha rarely appeared in such a scene, being reprimanded like a grandson.
He always had a rebellious nature, back in the Heavenly Court, even the Jade Emperor didn’t make him flinch, and his father, the Pagoda-Bearing King, was seen as a damned thing in Nezha’s eyes.
This kind of fellow, like a Demon Lord of Mayhem, had moments like this, being rebuked without daring to lift his head.
It seems that Yang Jian is Nezha’s nemesis, Nezha is really afraid of him.
"Forget it, brother, don’t scold him anymore, after all, Nezha is also a person with some standing, give him some face."
Sun Wukong said with a smile.
Nezha gave Sun Wukong a grateful look, feeling that Sun Wukong was very thoughtful.
Even at this point, he was speaking up for him, this friend was worth having.
But what Sun Wukong said next made Nezha unable to laugh.
Sun Wukong laughed, "Take Nezha back, lock him up for a hundred and eighty years, that’s more effective than scolding him a thousand times, this guy can’t stand loneliness."
Yang Jian’s eyes lit up, he smiled and said, "Good idea, I’ll lock him up for fifty years when we get back, see if he dares to run around anymore."
Regarding Nezha, Yang Jian ultimately couldn’t bear to punish him severely.
However, he did heed Sun Wukong’s advice, and intended to lock up Nezha for fifty years.
Upon hearing this, Nezha was about to explode.
He really wanted to escape, but ended up being held by Yang Jian, making it impossible to get away.
Nezha’s face turned dark; fifty years, he feared he would go crazy.
"Monkey, you are being unreasonable."
Nezha shouted.
Sun Wukong’s expression remained unchanged as he said to Yang Jian, "Fifty years is too little; I’m afraid it won’t temper Nezha’s character. How about my brother locks him up for at least a hundred years."
"That’s a good idea, then make it a hundred years."
Yang Jian nodded with a smile.
He knew Sun Wukong was being deliberate in response to Nezha’s earlier remark about him being unreasonable.
Nezha was speechless to the extreme; he looked at Sun Wukong but ultimately did not dare to say anything.
This monkey was too cunning; a hundred years was nothing.
If he let Yang Jian lock him up for a thousand years, it would be even worse.
Now, Sun Wukong had saved him, and considering Yang Jian’s rage, whatever Sun Wukong said, he would likely listen to it.
For the sake of his future, Nezha decided to remain silent.
A hundred years was already his limit.
Any more, Nezha couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t go crazy.
"Great Saint, regarding Nezha’s matter, thank you very much. There are still other things to handle in the Heavenly Court, I will return to deal with them."
"Please go ahead."
Sun Wukong said with a smile.
Yang Jian left with Nezha in tow.
Even though they said to lock Nezha up for a hundred years, Sun Wukong knew Nezha wouldn’t stay locked up; he had plenty of means to escape.
Additionally, Yang Jian wouldn’t truly be harsh to Nezha; it wouldn’t be long before this troublemaker appeared again.
Sun Wukong shook his head; this was Yang Jian’s worry, and had nothing to do with him, so there was no need to think too much about it.
"Great Saint, it’s wonderful that you’ve returned from the Demon Realm safely, it’s truly delightful for Truth Listening."
Truth Listening ran up to Sun Wukong, wagging its tail, appearing very excited.
Sun Wukong glanced at it, gave a faint smile, and said, "You are thoughtful; after some time, you shall return to Huaguo Mountain, back to your master."
"Really?"
Truth Listening said excitedly.
True Martial Great Emperor was somewhat doubtful and couldn’t help but ask, "Great Saint, if Truth Listening leaves, once some powerful figures from the Demon Realm enter the Three Realms, it will be difficult for us to monitor them."
Sun Wukong knew True Martial Great Emperor was thinking of all beings in the Three Realms. He smiled and said, "Please don’t worry, Great Emperor, the Demon Realm is not a concern now; their true strong ones dare not cross realms, and those under Supreme who cross realms are not enough to be a match for Old Sun. If any appear, Old Sun will crush them, so Truth Listening doesn’t need to stay here."
True Martial Great Emperor finally understood.
Zhu Long arrived, nearly becoming a Supreme, just short of a hair’s breadth.
"Great Saint, when shall we kill Tian Hao, for my own revenge."
Zhu Long asked, his eyes full of killing intent.
Sun Wukong shook his head, he said solemnly, "The opponent’s strength is too strong, Heavenly Emperor level combat power; even Old Sun is no match, it’s not possible to kill Tian Hao now."
Zhu Long was a bit disappointed, he smiled bitterly and said, "Even the Great Saint cannot kill him, do I still have hope for revenge?"
Zhu Long was indeed quite despondent, he knew Sun Wukong’s strength, ordinary Supremes were not his opponents.
But Sun Wukong still wasn’t a match for Tian Hao.
And Zhu Long hadn’t forgotten, his true enemy was Tian Hao’s main body, Haotian God.
That was an even more terrifying existence; if Tian Hao couldn’t be killed, how could he kill Haotian God.
Sun Wukong’s expression was serious, he looked at Zhu Long and said in a deep voice, "You shall trust Old Sun; Old Sun will help you get revenge, but hope you have patience."
Zhu Long looked deeply at Sun Wukong; from Sun Wukong’s face, he saw unwavering conviction and genuine sincerity.
Zhu Long gritted his teeth and said, "Great Saint, rest assured, I naturally trust you; having waited so long, a little more time doesn’t matter. As long as I get revenge, even if Great Saint asks me to wait a thousand or ten thousand years, I can wait."