Chapter 330

In the ruins of the Golden Wind Valley, Sun Wukong was slightly stunned when he heard the name Su Chen said.

"Who did you say?"

He frowned, not daring to believe that what he heard was true.

Su Chen noticed that the five fingers Sun Wukong was holding the Golden-Hooped Rod with were tightening one by one.

"Peng Niu Mowang." Su Chen repeated, without any extra padding, "I saw it from the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's memory. The Peng Niu Mowang personally offered a plan to Kun Peng in the Demon Master Palace: he said to send people to attack the Daoist field of the Macaque King and the Gibbon King, with the purpose of luring you out of Flower-Fruit Mountain."

Sun Wukong listened quietly, without speaking.

Su Chen continued: "He understands you very well, knowing that you value righteousness, knowing that if the two Great Sages are injured, you will definitely come. That's why he let Yuan Jiu act with the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang, with an Innate Magic Treasure as a trump card, targeting you."

"As for what they were going to do after you came, the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's memory broke off here. Yuan Jiu didn't tell him the whole plan, but judging from the existing information..."

Su Chen's gaze fell on the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang on the ground whose soul had already scattered.

"They either wanted to capture you or kill you. As long as you are subdued or killed, among the remaining Deputy Alliance Leaders, the Bull Niu Mowang is far away on Mount Jilei, the Flood Dragon King and the Lion-Camel King each have their own territory; with no leader, Kun Peng can let the Peng Niu Mowang infiltrate the Demon Alliance in the identity of your sworn brother, gradually turning the entire Demon Alliance into a vassal of his Demon Master Palace."

Su Chen finished speaking, and he saw Sun Wukong grinning, revealing a very ugly smile.

"Peng Niu Mowang... Good, very good."

His voice was not loud, seemingly talking to himself.

Su Chen knew he was suppressing his anger.

At this time, the gravel under Sun Wukong's feet moved without wind, trembling slightly, as if some power was about to erupt.

Sure enough, the next moment—

"Boom!"

Sun Wukong stepped on the ground under his feet, creating a deep pit.

The Great Luo Jinxian pressure erupted from his not-so-tall body.

In those golden pupils, the murderous intent was so strong it was almost about to condense into substance.

"Sworn brother?" Sun Wukong chuckled,

"Back then, we swore an oath of blood on Flower-Fruit Mountain, and seven of us became sworn brothers. What did he, the Peng Niu Mowang, say while patting his chest? Share the hardships and share the blessings!"

"And he turned around to plot with his good master Kun Peng to kill Old Sun? And used Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother as bait?"

Sun Wukong's voice grew louder and louder.

"Good! A good Heaven-Mixing Great Sage! Old Sun will go to the North Sea now and take that flat-haired beast together with his master..."

"Monkey Brother."

Sun Wukong was about to move as he spoke, but Su Chen's figure flashed, appearing in front of Sun Wukong, blocking his path.

Sun Wukong stopped abruptly, and the two stared at each other.

Su Chen's expression was very calm, but his tone was unquestionable.

"You want to go to the North Sea? And then what?"

Sun Wukong's chest heaved violently, his golden pupils glaring at Su Chen.

Su Chen did not retreat half a step.

"Monkey Brother, think about it calmly. The Demon Master Palace has operated in North Ju Luzhou for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. From the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's memory, there are at least two digits of demon generals at the Great Luo Jinxian level under Kun Peng, and Yuan Jiu only ranked ninth."

"More importantly, Kun Peng himself is a Semi-Sage."

Su Chen calmly persuaded: "You are at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Jinxian, and I am at the peak of the Tai Yi Jin Xian. The two of us together, what are we enough for in front of a Semi-Sage? We wouldn't even be enough as an appetizer for Kun Peng."

Sun Wukong's fists clenched until they rattled, but he did not refute.

Because what Su Chen said was the truth.

The gap between a Semi-Sage and a Great Luo Jinxian is not something that can be made up by numbers.

Moreover, an old-school Semi-Sage like Kun Peng, who has lived from ancient times to the present, has a foundation far beyond what they can imagine.

"Then what do you want Old Sun to do?" Sun Wukong lowered his head, the Golden-Hooped Rod propping up the ground, his fingers gripping the Golden-Hooped Rod tightly, "Pretend nothing happened?"

"It's not pretending nothing happened."

Su Chen stepped forward and stood side by side with Sun Wukong.

"It's that now is not the time."

He turned his head and looked straight into Sun Wukong's eyes.

"Monkey Brother, have you forgotten why we came to North Ju Luzhou?"

Sun Wukong was startled.

Su Chen said in a low voice: "The Chaos Bell."

"As long as I get the Chaos Bell, I have a chance to attain the Great Luo Jinxian in a short time, and you can also go one step further." Su Chen tried his best to soothe Sun Wukong's emotions, "When I obtain the Chaos Bell and become a Great Luo, plus you and Senior Bai Ze, and that Taiyin Star Lord who has always remembered Kun Peng's life, it won't be too late to settle the score then."

"But if you rush over now, it's just a moment of courage, and you'll be throwing your life away in vain."

Su Chen reached out and pressed on Sun Wukong's shoulder.

"Even if you go and have a chance to eliminate the Peng Niu Mowang, Kun Peng is a Semi-Sage; can he let you leave unscathed? By then, the Demon Alliance will still be leaderless, and Kun Peng's plan to annex the Demon Alliance will still succeed."

"So no matter the result, you have fallen into their trap."

Su Chen loosened his hand pressing on Sun Wukong's shoulder and looked at him quietly.

Sun Wukong stood in place, his chest heaving violently.

Su Chen understood Sun Wukong; although he was arrogant and impulsive, he was definitely not a fool.

He just needed time to let the anger retreat from his brain.

The silence lasted for a long time, and finally, Sun Wukong raised his head abruptly, and a heaven-shaking roar burst from his throat.

"Tai—!"

This roar carried the endless anger in his heart; he held the Golden-Hooped Rod and shot into the sky, smashing it down toward the depths of the Golden Wind Valley.

The dark golden Golden-Hooped Rod expanded rapidly in mid-air, transforming into a pillar supporting the sky, falling with the power to destroy heaven and earth.

"Boom—!"

In the depths of the Golden Wind Valley, the entire valley was thoroughly destroyed by Sun Wukong's angry rod; the valley and the mountain bodies on both sides collapsed, huge rocks rolled, and dust shot into the sky.

The earth trembled continuously for dozens of breaths before gradually calming down.

All the small demons who had retreated to the Golden Wind Valley with the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang perished under this rod.

Then Sun Wukong landed on the ground, withdrew the Golden-Hooped Rod, and put it back into his ear.

He turned around and looked at Su Chen.

In those golden pupils, although the anger had not yet extinguished, he had already calmed down at this time.

"Little Brother." Sun Wukong's voice became calm, "Old Sun has recorded this account."

Su Chen nodded: "It should be recorded."

"Let's go, let's go back and find Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother." Sun Wukong strode toward the direction of the Macaque King's cave dwelling, but suddenly stopped.

He did not look back, but his voice came over.

"Little Brother, when we settle the score with Kun Peng in the future, Old Sun wants to take the life of the Peng Niu Mowang personally."

Su Chen looked at Sun Wukong's back, did not answer, but followed.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, disappeared into the dust flying in the sky.

The ruins of the Golden Wind Valley gradually returned to silence.

Only the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang on the ground, whose soul had scattered, maintained the last trace of breath.

His empty eyes looked at the gray sky, his lips moved, as if he were saying something.

But no one heard.

A moment later, the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's breath cut off, and a generation of demon kings died just like that.