Tian Wu struggled to fend off the two, trying to flee, only to find the void was locked.
With his Divine Skills, if he forced his way out, he would be killed by their joint thunderous strikes.
Helplessly, he could only withstand their attacks, but Tian Wu realized he couldn’t hold on at all.
These two were too strong, and their every movent carried imnse power.
Though they were not Supre, their strength was no less than his own.
Their combined assault caused Tian Wu imnse pain.
He had a feeling that he was about to fall.
If things continued this way, he certainly would be killed by them, without suspense.
Furious in his heart, Tian Wu desperately fought to escape.
But, every ti he conceived the thought, it was suppressed by their stormy attacks.
No matter how he erupted, it was useless.
With equivalent strength, even an outburst wouldn’t surpass them.
In the great battle, Tian Wu was battered, covered in blood.
He glared at them, his expression tinged with sadness.
"Bastards, you actually refuse the allegiance of a Supre. Are you insane?"
Tian Wu truly couldn’t understand.
As a Supre, unable to defeat them, he sought allegiance with the Heavenly Court, which they refused.
Since when did Supres beco so worthless? The Heavenly Court didn’t even want him.
Yang Jian spoke calmly, "Don’t you understand? What you did touched our bottom line; naturally, we can’t keep you alive, otherwise, anyone could target those close to us."
"Only by killing you can others be deterred from attacking those close to us."
Sun Wukong continued Yang Jian’s words.
Tian Wu smiled bitterly, finally understanding.
Kill the chicken to warn the monkey.
He beca the chicken that was killed.
A Supre, how pitiful to beco a sacrifice for soone else’s power.
Tian Wu’s gaze suddenly hardened as he stared at Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, saying, "Before I die, I have one wish. I hope you can grant it."
"Speak."
Sun Wukong said.
Yang Jian frowned, watching Tian Wu, unsure what trick he intended.
Tian Wu’s eyes showed so resentnt, and he coldly said, "My wish is simple: I hope you can kill the Wood God to accompany down."
Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were quite astonished.
They hadn’t expected such a request from Tian Wu.
Sun Wukong chuckled, saying, "Don’t worry, even if you didn’t ask, I would make sure the Wood God joins you swiftly."
The Wood God, having fled far, was watching the battle with his Divine Skills and imdiately went pale hearing their words.
Upon hearing Sun Wukong’s words, Tian Wu smiled faintly.
He nodded, saying, "If that’s the case, I’m assured."
Then, Tian Wu exerted his utmost, displaying his most powerful strength.
His violent mana surged as he engaged Sun Wukong and the others in a life-and-death struggle.
Though knowing he was dood, he still fought hard, hoping to survive.
This was a last attempt, and Tian Wu used all his strength.
Several tis he attempted to break through, but each ti he was blocked.
After several hundred moves, Tian Wu was utterly crushed.
Sun Wukong and Yang Jian struck, obliterating Tian Wu’s form and spirit.
A Supre fell, slain by Sun Wukong and his companions.
Tian Wu died, having broken free of confinent but not surviving long.
In fact, with his character, he wouldn’t have lived long.
He was too arrogant, completely disregarding future Living Beings.
Being killed by Sun Wukong and others wasn’t surprising.
Tian Wu had heard of Sun Wukong and their achievents, but never took it to heart, leading to this outco.
Another Supre was slain, Sun Wukong’s anger was vented.
He cald his killing intent, walked to Nu Ba, and seeing her injuries, his expression turned grim.
"That Wood God deserves death and definitely can’t be spared."
Sun Wukong said through clenched teeth.
They all knew, in this affair, Tian Wu was rely a scapegoat.
The true culprit was actually the Wood God.
Considering the Wood God’s previous actions, Sun Wukong now aid to eliminate the Wood God.
"Go and demand people from Emperor Jun."
Yang Jian said in a deep voice.
Sun Wukong glared at him, even he hadn’t dared to speak.
Demand people from Emperor Jun?
Where would such a simple task exist?
If they truly dared to do this, they would be imdiately besieged.
"Was it truly Emperor Jun’s intention?"
At this mont, Nu Ba’s voice erged.
Sun Wukong’s heart stirred, instantly grasping Nu Ba’s aning.
Nu Ba implied that this matter probably wasn’t Emperor Jun’s intention.
If truly so, then the Wood God acted on his own.
But, what benefit would such actions bring the Wood God?
Stirring battles between the Heavenly Court and Emperor Jun’s forces, with Wood God wanting to play the mantis?
Even if the Heavenly Court and Emperor Jun suffered mutual injuries, the Wood God wanting to play the mantis wouldn’t be strong enough, not close at all.
"Ask Emperor Jun and you’ll know."
Sun Wukong thought for a mont and said.
"Are you courting death?"
This was Yang Jian’s response.
Previously suggesting demanding people from Emperor Jun, he finally sobered up, imdiately stopping Sun Wukong.
Yang Jian was seldom indisposed; earlier he was impulsive due to Lady San Shengmu’s injury.
Earlier, he wouldn’t have said such things.
After clearing his head, upon hearing Sun Wukong intending to provoke Emperor Jun, Yang Jian imdiately objected.
Sun Wukong gave Yang Jian a glance, said solemnly, "Rest assured, I have my discretion."
Then, he plucked a hair, transford it into his appearance, and used the Incarnation technique to proceed.
On the Western Continent, Emperor Jun’s expression was sowhat grim.
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