Chapter 1936: Let You See the Tragedy of Real Beheading

"Swish!"

The executioner, seeing him say this, nodded, and a blade light like a piece of silk fell.

"Head, come!"

Sure enough, he repeated his old trick, and the head flew up from the ground again and grew on his head.

"Sun Wukong, I am truly beheading my head. You used some transformation technique and thought you could win against me?"

The Second National Preceptor held his head with both hands, turned it a few times, then looked straight at Sun Wukong and said.

"Truly hilarious. You say Old Sun's is a transformation technique, isn't yours a transformation technique?"

Sun Wukong frowned and immediately refuted.

"I am certainly not. Is it the same as your petty trick?"

The Second National Preceptor's mouth curled into a disdainful smile and said.

Sun Wukong was somewhat annoyed. If one really had to say, his head-growing technique was indeed a type of transformation technique. The Second National Preceptor's magic spell should be a type of Daoist art. He had indeed cut off his head, but his life force was continuous, and then he called it back through his mind.

The King of Chechi, the guards, and the palace maids present could not see the trick and did not know which of these two supernatural powers was more powerful.

However, looking at it this way, this contest of magic should be a draw. Sun Wukong could grow heads infinitely, while the Second National Preceptor could summon his head back infinitely.

Fahai stood in place, began to frown and think, stroked his chin, and began to ponder the Second National Preceptor's words.

Although he was of the Buddhist school, he had not fought with Daoist masters. Shen Gongbao had long had the technique of limb separation, and many Daoists, in battle, would also have the cunning means of detaching arms and hands and then attacking from behind with long swords.

He could now determine one point: these three demons had definitely learned orthodox Daoist methods, and he suddenly saw the flaw in this supernatural power.

"I will make you lose convincingly today. Your beheading does not bleed at all." The Second National Preceptor looked at Sun Wukong, with a disdainful smile on his face, and said, "Watch carefully this time. My beheading is just like a real beheading; it will bleed!"

"That's right, let His Majesty and everyone see who is the one truly confusing the public with heretical words!"

The Third National Preceptor stroked his goat beard, revealed a triumphant smile on his face, and said.

"Behead again!"