687: Chapter 251 Ancient Demon of Zhongnan Mountain_2 687: Chapter 251 Ancient Demon of Zhongnan Mountain_2 So, he was the more ferocious one.
The Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong, the one who even dared to challenge Qilin,
was the very one they had run into, and they all inwardly groaned.
Wasn’t this just asking for trouble?
Seeing Wukong’s gaze turn towards them, they couldn’t help but shrink their necks.
Clearly, no one wanted to be the target of Wukong’s attention now.
“Since none of you wish to leave, then stay.”
Sun Wukong stated coldly.
Another ancient demon of the Great Heavenly Venerate realm turned to run,
only to find that Sun Wukong was faster, blocking him and sending him flying back with a punch.
Sun Wukong stared at him with icy eyes.
“I already said no one is leaving, none of you can go.”
The ancient demon’s expression changed, and he said sternly, “Sun Wukong, mercy is a virtue.
Do you think I’m afraid of you?”
Wukong asked with a sneer, “You’re not afraid of me?”
He burst out with astounding murderous intent, his eyes filled with authority as he fixed them on the ancient demon.
Even a top-level Great Heavenly Venerate ancient demon felt his legs go weak under Wukong’s glare, nearly kneeling on the ground.
He knew he was no match for Wukong; to say he wasn’t afraid would be a lie.
Inside he had his doubts, but he tried to maintain an unafraid facade.
As an ancient demon who lived in the Primordial era, he knew all too well that showing weakness only makes your enemies stronger.
Facing a being more powerful than oneself, one should display even more viciousness, making the opponent wary, that’s the only way to survive.
This was exactly what the ancient demon was thinking as he glared fiercely at Sun Wukong.
A faint smile appeared on Sun Wukong’s lips; he could easily see through the feigned ferocity.
However, he pretended to frown and said coldly, “I might let you go if you give me that person’s soul.”
Sun Wukong pointed at the fallen Sha Wujing.
The ancient demon breathed a sigh of relief, believing he had bluffed his way out of the situation.
Indeed, the soul of Sha Wujing lay in his hands, useful to him, yet clearly not worth as much as his own life.
The only reason he had kept Sha Wujing was to attract more immortals and take them down for their souls and lives.
But now that Sun Wukong had arrived, he obviously knew what to do.
Without any hesitation,
he handed over the soul of Sha Wujing.
Sun Wukong immediately took it.
The ancient demon, with a smile, said, “Now you can let me leave, right?”
As for the death of his companion, he did not care at all.
They didn’t really have any affection for one another; they were merely collaborators.
Even in death, there was no need for concern.
And to expect a demon to have feelings, how could that be possible?
Sun Wukong nodded, and the next moment, pulled out his Jingu Bang and smashed it down.
The ancient demon was hit almost in a sneak attack by Wukong and sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth.
Struck by Wukong’s rod without any guard, he suffered a massive blow and couldn’t gather his mana for a moment.
Sun Wukong pursued and struck him again with his rod.
Boom.
The ancient demon smashed into the ground, creating a deep pit.
Sun Wukong plunged into the pit and grabbed the demon out.
Blood spewed from the demon’s mouth as he glared viciously at Sun Wukong and shouted, “Sun Wukong, you break your word.”
The ancient demon was furious; he had been tricked, attacked by Sun Wukong.
What was especially galling was that he hadn’t expected Sun Wukong, whose fame shook the heavens and who even had a considerable reputation among the ancient gods, would go back on his word after receiving the soul, continuing to attack and injure him.
“So what if I do?”
Sun Wukong retorted, stepping on the ancient demon’s head and said indifferently, “Bite me.”
The ancient demon trembled with rage, fixing a venomous gaze on Sun Wukong, detesting him through and through.
In the meantime, Jin Chan acted, eliminating the demon’s underlings.
He came over, took Sha Wujing’s soul from Sun Wukong, and then returned it to Sha Wujing’s body.
Sun Wukong didn’t bother with this, focusing on the ancient demon, ready to make his move to kill him.
“Wait a moment.”
The ancient demon shouted, seeing the intent to kill in Wukong’s eyes, becoming desperate.
He had fallen in the era of The Primordial, but now someone had revived him with great divine power.
The ancient demon did not wish to be killed now—that would be too miserable; he still longed for eternal life, to live forever, and even to become a supreme level powerhouse.
To be killed just like this would be too unjust.
Sun Wukong stared at him and asked indifferently, “What else do you want to say?”
“Let me go, and I’ll tell you a secret,”
the ancient demon said anxiously.
He looked at Sun Wukong, hoping for agreement.
Though he thought Sun Wukong utterly shameless, with no honor at all,
seeing Wukong appear uninterested, the ancient demon immediately knew the other party did not care.
In a sudden panic, he quickly added, “This matter, it concerns the life and death of the entire Three Realms.”
“That’s none of my business,”
Sun Wukong said nonchalantly.
The ancient demon was dumbfounded.
Wasn’t it said that the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, had compassion and protected the Three Realms, keeping them at heart?
What was this about?
Trying to dupe him?
Pretending to be indifferent?
But it didn’t look like an act at all.
Sun Wukong evidently had no interest whatsoever.