121: Chapter 121: Xingtian Retreats 121: Chapter 121: Xingtian Retreats Sun Wukong stared at Xingtian queerly and couldn’t help but ask, “Where’s your face?”

Xingtian chuckled dryly, defending himself boldly, “I have only just recovered my head; let alone the face.”

Sun Wukong: “…”

The monsters of ancient times really had thicker skins than the people of later generations.

Of course, Sun Wukong naturally didn’t intend to kill Xingtian either.

He could suppress Xingtian, but if he truly wanted to kill him, he would also have to pay a significant price to achieve that.

A War God of Heavenly Venerate Realm like Xingtian, he was not that easy to kill.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been resurrected today after being killed by the Yellow Emperor.

“Alright, let’s end this battle here, and don’t forget what you promised me.

No indiscriminate killing of the innocents,”

Sun Wukong said earnestly.

Xingtian smirked and responded, “I, Xingtian, am known for keeping my word, unlike that old codger, the Yellow Emperor; even if you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t kill those ordinary people.

I was also from the Human Race in my early years, I was just speaking out of anger.”

Sun Wukong grimaced.

Was he really just speaking out of anger?

He didn’t believe it.

This guy was just finding an excuse to save face.

As if he, Sun Wukong, was that easy to fool.

Sun Wukong couldn’t be bothered to entertain him, as the other party had already agreed; given Xingtian’s status, if he didn’t keep his word, he would inevitably lose face in the Three Realms in the future.

In this level of existence, what matters more than saving face?

Otherwise, why would some Immortals and Buddhas hold their reputations so dear?

“I will seek revenge for Immortal Maiden’s grievances from you later,”

Lu Dongbin said coldly.

The injury to He Xiangu completely enraged him.

The Eight Immortals were as close as siblings; glory to one is glory to all, and a disgrace to one is a disgrace to all; if one was hurt, the others would be infuriated.

“Haha, then I’ll be waiting for you; just hope you’ll last a bit longer by then,”

Xingtian responded noncommittally.

“Just wait, the eight of us brothers and sisters will step forward together; I hope you won’t hide then,”

Lu Dongbin said with a sneer.

Xingtian’s expression stiffened.

Eight?

Right now, he could only handle up to three Lu Dongbins.

If seven more showed up, even if they were of He Xiangu’s level, they would still be hard for him to handle.

Especially considering he also noticed that Lu Dongbin’s state was nearing the Heavenly Venerate Realm.

Xingtian estimated that once Lu stepped into the Heavenly Venerate Realm, he could, at most, handle two.

Add in those seven at least of He Xiangu’s level Celestial Immortals; winning was indeed a problem.

“I have friends too,”

Xingtian emphasized somewhat sheepishly.

“Did you overlook me again?”

Sun Wukong said softly.

Xingtian’s expression stiffened; a trace of murderous intent flashed through his eyes as he looked at Lu Dongbin.

To cut the grass must remove the roots; to end future troubles.

But, sensing the way Sun Wukong was staring at him, Xingtian abandoned that thought.

With Sun Wukong here, he couldn’t kill Lu Dongbin.

The heroes of later eras were no weaker than the ancient gods.

Xingtian no longer wanted to speak; being continually suppressed by Sun Wukong vexed him deeply.

But unable to defeat Sun Wukong, he could only retreat.

“If you have the ability in the future, come find me for revenge,”

Having said this, Xingtian’s figure became ethereal, and he disappeared.

Sun Wukong shook his head, turning his gaze towards a cloud above in the sky.

There stood the Yellow Emperor, Nu Ba, and Yinglong.

Sensing Sun Wukong’s gaze, they knew he had noticed them.

The Yellow Emperor nodded slightly, greeting Sun Wukong.

“Wipe your own ass,” Old Sun snapped, “I stepped in this time, but I don’t want Xingtian to cause me any more trouble.”

Sun Wukong said tonelessly.

“Rest assured, Great Saint, I will handle this matter.”

The voice of the Yellow Emperor came through.

He left with Nu Ba in tow.

Before leaving, Nu Ba gave Sun Wukong a strange look.

Something seemed to cross her mind, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

The Yellow Emperor went directly to the place of Chi Di, as this matter required Chi Di’s intervention.

Chi Di Shennong, under whom Xingtian had once served.

During the conflict between Yan and Huang, the Flame Emperor was defeated, leaving Xingtian and the Flame Emperor’s son quite resentful.

After Chi You was defeated, Xingtian left the southern Heavenly Court and ventured alone into the central Heavenly Court.

The Yellow Emperor and he fought from the Heavenly Court all the way down to the mortal realm.

Finally, at Mount Changyang, he beheaded him with a sword and sealed him within Mount Changyang.

Xingtian’s obsession did not wane; he used his nipples as eyes and his navel as a mouth, wielding Qingming as he danced.

In the end, he was thoroughly sealed by the Yellow Emperor inside Mount Changyang.

As a great general under the Flame Emperor, Xingtian should have listened to the Flame Emperor.

Lu Dongbin’s face was filled with rage as he watched Xingtian’s departing figure.

But he also knew that now was not the time to kill Xingtian.

As Sun Wukong treated his wounds, he said tonelessly, “Your revenge must not target Xingtian but Kunpeng; if not for Kunpeng stirring up trouble, how could Xingtian have been revived?”

“Kunpeng.”

Lu Dongbin gritted his teeth, feeling a deep hatred for Kunpeng brewing inside him.

Kunpeng, it was all because of Kunpeng.

A cold light flickered in Sun Wukong’s eyes as he sneered, “Indeed, Kunpeng; one day, I myself will flay him alive,”

By now, Sun Wukong’s irritation had reached its peak.

He didn’t usually speak so harshly, but he had said it now.

It wasn’t that he was petty, but rather that Kunpeng was too detestable.

At that moment, under Sun Wukong’s mana treatment, Lu Dongbin’s injuries had significantly improved.

This was also because he had stepped a bit closer to the Heavenly Venerate Realm, so his injuries weren’t as severe.

If it had been his previous cultivation level, it wouldn’t have been so simple, and he might have been critically wounded or even near death.

“I’m sorry, Immortal Master Lu, this time I almost caused harm to Immortal Maiden and you,”

Fan Yao apologized, feeling very guilty.

Lu Dongbin looked at her and shook his head, saying, “It’s not your fault; there is nothing wrong with slaying demons and eliminating evil.

The wrong one is that damn Kunpeng, who I will surely tear into a thousand pieces.”

“Hehe.”

A light laugh sounded.

Sun Wukong recognized this voice and struck out in fury.

The Jingu Bang smashed out with all his might.

A figure flashed across the sky, effortlessly blocking Sun Wukong’s strike.

“Sun Wukong, this is just the beginning; your troubles are still ahead,” Kunpeng’s mocking voice came, followed by his disappearance without a trace.

The Jingu Bang flew back, and Sun followed in pursuit.

He was incredibly fast and swiftly returned.

Kunpeng had long vanished, clearly having no intention of tangling with him.

Sun Wukong frowned, recognizing Kunpeng’s extreme caution.

Such a cautious and cunning being at the level of a Great Heavenly Venerate; killing Kunpeng was incredibly difficult.

Unless he could find the same opportunity as last time.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath and suppressed his anger deep within his heart.

One day, he would corner Kunpeng with nowhere to run.

Returning to the group, he wrapped Lu Dongbin and the others in mana, preparing to leave.