Chapter 61: Does He Have It?

The words had barely fallen when Sun Wukong's scattered avatars instantly filled the space, each one appearing behind a heavenly soldier.

With a swing of the blade, a vital point was struck—within moments, the twenty thousand heavenly soldiers were reduced to a few hundred.

How is this possible!

Nezha and Li Jing were stunned, not just them—even the immortals of the Heavenly Court were dumbfounded.

Isn't the avatar technique supposed to split from the main body? How could this monkey's avatars possibly appear instantly behind the heavenly soldiers?

Watching each heavenly soldier turn into points of white light and return to the heavens, Sun Wukong nodded slightly—Not bad, I didn't expect using such a vast number of avatars to succeed on the first try.

This divine ability, Myriad Threads Myriad Strands, was comprehended by him from his master's beef noodles, allowing him to control direction and division through a mass of his own spiritual energy.

Since it's merely a mass of spiritual energy, it's extremely hard to detect; each divided strand can become an avatar, and of course, the effect goes far beyond that.

His true form can even freely shift onto an avatar, and the most heaven-defying effect is that as his cultivation realm rises and his mana accumulates, he can condense avatars originally equal in spiritual energy into ones with strength equal to his main body—and there's no limit to their number!

However, this process is extremely difficult; Sun Wukong cultivated for several years and only managed to successfully condense one avatar with strength completely equal to his own, available for use at any time.

Seeing the heavenly soldiers mostly dealt with, Sun Wukong recalled his avatars, coldly gazing at Li Jing: "Was it you who just said you wanted to slaughter my Flower-Fruit Mountain?"

"No... no!" Li Jing broke into a cold sweat, immediately yielding.

Sun Wukong gently shook his head: "No need to pretend—I heard you just now, and besides, I know you—you're that..."

Know me?

Li Jing's heart jolted, then he felt wild joy—this demon must be afraid because of my prestige.

Thinking this, Li Jing lifted his head and puffed out his chest, proud as a rooster.

"You're the one who made my eyes sting ten years ago!" Sun Wukong declared astonishingly!

For a moment, all present and observing immortals were dazed—Li Jing, sting eyes?

What the hell?

"Exactly, it's you—the one who's especially sting-eyed!" Sun Wukong affirmed his statement with extreme certainty.

"You're farting!" Li Jing glared at the suspicious expressions of the remaining heavenly soldiers, his face flushed red, and shouted angrily.

Seeing Li Jing rebut him, Sun Wukong also grew anxious, saying: "I truly saw it back then—you're that person!"

Back then, I nearly blinded myself from the sting, the first time seeing someone like this, and this outfit hasn't changed—my memory is fresh!

It must be this person!

"Impossible!" Li Jing shouted angrily, his hand gripping the pagoda trembling slightly, as if one wrong word would make him crush Sun Wukong.

Pfft!

Some immortal in the hall laughed until spitting tea, like the first bubble rising from boiling water—soon, the entire hall became exceptionally cheerful.

The immortal maidens covered their mouths and laughed, while the male immortals on this side had already exploded in laughter—some even sat on the ground, clapping their hands.

I never expected that Li Tianwang, who usually commands awe in all directions, would actually be such a short-statured person.

"Quiet down, quiet—such noise in the hall, is there still any... pfft! Haha!" Haotian had intended to uphold decorum in the hall, but didn't expect the next scene to directly make him laugh until spitting tea.

Before Li Jing could even move, Sun Wukong said nothing more and directly struck with a vegetable knife, slicing open Li Jing's lower-body armor.

The armor naturally fell off, even the underwear inside was exposed, and at the delicate area, Sun Wukong specially made a curtain appear.

Suddenly, a breeze swept in, the curtain was blown open, and at the same time, a folded square piece of silk fell out—thick as a hand.

Instantly, it stung everyone's eyes!

Holy shit,

Really indeed, the entire hall exploded in laughter instantly.

"If you don't look closely, you really can't tell what that thing is—click click click..."

"No wonder Li Tianwang has such a fiery temper—turns out he's inferiority complex!"

; On Lingxiao Baodian, you speak, I speak—so lively.

"It seems when I grant Li Tianwang his salary, I should add a nourishing supplement." Haotian strained to keep a straight face, speaking solemnly.

"Ha ha..."

Nezha's mouth twitched, and he immediately untied and retracted the Mixian Ling wrapped around his body.

Even the heavenly soldiers couldn't help laughing—only Nezha couldn't laugh, he said how his Mixian Ling ended up in his mansion, and when he found it, it would surely be in Li Jing's hands.

Now thinking back, it's disgusting—he should wash the Mixian Ling when he returns.

At this moment, Li Jing suddenly felt a cool draft between his legs, lowered his head to look, and his blood rushed to his head.

He nearly jumped straight into a pit to escape.

His idle hand frantically pulled up his pants—since the armor's connection was broken, he could only keep holding them up.

"I, Old Sun, already said it's you—still not admitting it!" Sun Wukong proudly declared, proving his words were true!

"Don't laugh, don't laugh!" Li Jing's face flushed red, he gloomily roared at the heavenly soldiers present.

Seeing the heavenly soldiers fall silent, Li Jing, still fuming, turned to Sun Wukong and said: "You this damned..."

Before he could finish, Li Jing saw stars, and Sun Wukong instantly appeared before his eyes.

Li Jing felt something cold press against his neck—extremely sharp.

He glanced down twice, and instantly broke out in cold sweat from fright.

Sun Wukong chuckled meaningfully: "What do you want to scold me for?"

Li Jing's lips trembled, he stammered: "Oh, you this damned, damned handsome monkey, let me..."

"Still thinking about destroying Flower-Fruit Mountain?" Before Li Jing could finish, Sun Wukong maliciously leaned forward slightly, increasing pressure.

Li Jing was instantly frightened into recoiling backward—he fears death, terribly so.

Because he achieved Sainthood through his fleshly body—even with poor talent, he can slowly cultivate; if his divine body were to fall here, it would truly be the end of everything.

"I dare not, I will never dare again!" Li Jing hurriedly shook his head, attitude extremely humble.

Sun Wukong let out a cold snort, threatening: "If you dare come again, I'll slice you up and roast you!"

"Yes yes yes!" Li Jing nodded quickly.

Sun Wukong waved his hand, like shooing flies: "Flee!"

I was enjoying my drink, and then you came to disturb him.

Li Jing grabbed his pants and hurriedly flew up into heaven, and the remaining heavenly soldiers followed right behind.

"My name is Li Nezha, you are very strong." Nezha did not follow directly, but stared at Sun Wukong, as if that would reveal why he was so strong.

"I am Sun Wukong, little sister, you are not bad either!" Sun Wukong leisurely walked toward the Water Curtain Cave.

"I am male!" Nezha glared angrily, shouting resentfully at Sun Wukong.

However, Sun Wukong had already entered the Water Curtain Cave and did not respond.

Stinking monkey!

Wait until I meet you next time, I will surely give you a beating that sends you fleeing with urine flowing!

Nezha was extremely angry yet helpless, so he could only bear his sullen mood and catch up to Li Jing's small unit.