Chapter 1842

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Tang Seng squeezed the White Dragon Horse with his legs and headed toward the depths of the forest.

The others followed one after another.

Sun Wukong carried the little child, walking at the very back. As soon as the little child got on his back, he leaned against his ear and whispered in an extremely low voice, "Sun Wukong, is it? Your reputation is quite loud; let me see just how much ability you really have?"

Sun Wukong turned his head and gave him a cold look, saying, "Since you know my name, you still dare to be so presumptuous here. I'm afraid you won't even know how you died later."

The little child laughed and then said, "Is that so? I don't think you're all that great either. Did the Tight-Fillet Spell taste good just now?"

Sun Wukong glared at him fiercely and stopped speaking, only deliberately starting to slow his pace.

At first, when Sun Wukong carried this little child, he didn't feel anything unusual, but as he continued to walk, the weight on his body began to increase continuously.

After walking for less than a quarter of an hour, he now felt as if he were carrying the Five Sacred Mountains and three other mountains on his back.

While shocked, Sun Wukong also thought to himself, "Truly a monster. With this kind of supernatural power, if you were allowed to get close to Tang Seng, I'm afraid you would have eaten him long ago."

Because Sun Wukong had intended to slow his pace from the start, he deliberately created distance between himself and Tang Seng and the others ahead.

Tang Seng even turned his head to look at him once, urging him to hurry up. He only said that the recent journey had been exhausting and he was hungry again, so he couldn't walk fast.

Tang Seng frowned and stopped bothering with him, instead leading his disciples and Fahai over the mountaintop and down the other side.

Sun Wukong looked ahead; Tang Seng and the others had already disappeared into the forest, and he had also reached the mountaintop carrying the little child.

He looked to his left, where there was a ten-thousand-foot cliff.

"Little demon, it's not too late to regret it now. Kneel down and admit your mistake to Grandpa Sun, and I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, I will make you regret it until your guts turn green."

"You have quite some nerve, actually provoking your Grandpa Sun. Speak! What is your purpose?"

Sun Wukong looked back at the little child, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and said coldly.

"Hehehe, since they have all gone far away, I'm not afraid to tell you. Among all the demons on this earth, which one doesn't want to eat Tang Seng's meat?"