Chapter 2281: Call Me Great Sage Sun

The light of the Bone-Chilling Cold Fire grew stronger and stronger. Sun Wukong's expression was extremely painful, and frost began to condense in front of him.

Die Lan stood behind him, watching all this blankly, and shouted loudly, "Great Sage Sun, let him kill me! Kill me, and all of this will end!"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and did not say a word, merely thrusting his chest forward, continuing to block the extremely cold flame.

"Hmph!" Leng Hua sneered and said, "At the end of your rope, yet still putting up a desperate struggle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Hua channeled his true Qi again, and the Bone-Chilling Cold Fire began to burn crazily.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

A harsh cracking sound echoed in the air, and some ice crystals began to condense in the air.

Above the Heavenly Court, Haotian watched this scene, frowned, and said leisurely, "This monkey is still like he was five hundred years ago; no one can make him submit."

"Sun Wukong has ultimately fallen here. Such a heaven-sent talent, it is truly a pity."

Nezha sighed lightly, his eyes filled with endless regret.

"Thinking back, how high-spirited he was, brandishing the banner of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, daring to fight against Heaven. Now he dies here, for a mortal, for a completely unrelated woman."

Li Jing, holding his pagoda, looked at everything in the lower realm and sighed with emotion.

"Whose fault is all of this, anyway?"

Taishang Laojun could not help but be moved at this moment, wiping the corner of his eye, and said.

In the lower realm, in the ruined house, goose-feather snow drifted down, and everything here seemed to be frozen.

Sun Wukong held his head high, pushed backward by the huge impact of the Bone-Chilling Cold Fire.

"Ah!"

Sun Wukong let out a painful cry, thrusting the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand into the ground.

"Wuwuwu..."

"I was wrong, I was truly wrong. I really did not expect things to turn out like this. Leng Hua, my son, I beg you to let them go."

Die Lan's body went limp, and he knelt on the ground, then spoke.

Leng Hua in the air, at this moment, had eyes that had turned blue, his white hair dancing wildly in the wind, completely unable to hear Die Lan's voice.

His right hand swung suddenly, his entire expression turning incomparably ferocious, and he roared into the air, "All of you, go to hell!"

That mass of Bone-Chilling Cold Fire suddenly took on a heaven-covering momentum, and Sun Wukong's entire figure, within that cold fire, formed a snow sculpture.

Yet he still stood tall and unyielding, helping Die Lan block those frost and snow.

A moment later, Sun Wukong could finally no longer stand. His entire body had been frozen stiff, and he fell straight to the ground.

The Bone-Chilling Cold Fire covered the sky and the earth, whistling toward Die Lan.

"Cackle, cackle, cackle."

"What you owe me is what you owe me!"

"You all owe me!"

Leng Hua in the air was already like a madman, laughing wildly without stop, speaking incessantly.

Die Lan sat paralyzed on the ground, not moving at all. He just quietly waited for the arrival of the Bone-Chilling Cold Fire. The wild wind blew up his hair, and his face was still as beautiful and peerless as ever.

Fahai leaned against the wall, unable to move. He just frowned and sighed helplessly.

Everything could not be changed; it seemed it had long been destined. From thirteen years ago, this tragedy of today had already been destined.

Die Lan's teardrops fell one by one, condensing into ice crystals.

If he just waited for that cold fire to strike his entire body, he would turn into a snow sculpture. Then, would the hatred in Leng Hua's heart be able to subside?

At this moment, the Heavenly Court, the Buddhas of the Western Heaven, and Wu Feng were all watching this scene.