Chapter 245: Whoever Rebels, He Will Go to Help Out

Baimu Mojun let out a cold snort, "Good for you, Destined One, coming to my Huanghua Temple to throw your life away, and you dare to be this arrogant." As he spoke, Baimu Mojun reached out his hand to grab Tang An.

As he flew forward and was still a meter away from Tang An, a staff suddenly shot out from Tang An's shoulder and neck.

It was just like playing billiards, "Whack!" and with one strike, it poked Baimu Mojun flying back into Huanghua Temple.

"Boom—"

Listen, that is the sound of the temple's wall being knocked down.

The remaining three demons turned their gazes along the arc of Baimu Mojun being sent flying, and finally returned them to Tang An and the others.

What kind of concept is it to send Baimu Mojun flying with just one strike?

Although there was an element of surprise, it was clear that the force behind that staff was the key of keys to this strike.

Tang An cocked her chin smugly, signaling to the three of them with her eyes that it was their turn to choose.

"Are you going to carry me up, or are you going to be beaten up?"

"Carry! Carry, carry, carry..."

They say those who know the times are heroes; demons who know the times are also heroes.

If they didn't know the times, how could they have latched onto Baimu Mojun's thigh? Now that they had a better thigh, they were willing to be the best bootlickers!

"My good lady, please get on the sedan."

"My good lady, do you think this height is okay?"

"My good lady, how does the fanning force feel? Do you need a little more strength?"

Where did the sedan come from? Naturally, it was something Sun Wukong transformed from his monkey hair.

The three demons acted as sedan carriers, one in front and one behind, while one stood to the side to shade Tang An and fan her. That service attitude was better than average.

"Fine, I'll give you a five-star review later." Tang An was very satisfied, leisurely letting them sway her along.

What if they sway her off? It doesn't matter, it's not her who's dying anyway.

Xiaotian Quan looked at the three demons with disdain, snorting through his nostrils. "A bunch of bootlicking sycophants." Who could be more of a dog than them!

Even when he, Xiaotian Quan, was forced to pull a sled, he had never been that servile, okay!

Alright, he was just jealous that there were demons snatching his position as a bootlicker! In the scripture-seeking team, there could only be one dog—him!

"Woof!"

Xiaotian Quan rushed forward two steps to run ahead of the three demons, "Master, look at me, Xiaotian Quan, taking the lead for you."

"Yo, has Xiaotian Quan had a change of heart today?"

"Good, it's very good for a young man to have drive, just be careful."

Xiaotian Quan ran up the mountain; with his speed, it was only a matter of minutes.

Tang An and Sun Wukong, who were being carried, continued to walk up the mountain, not in a rush.

When the three demons served Tang An to the front of the Huanghua Temple at the top of the mountain, they saw Baimu Mojun, whose face was bruised and swollen, and whose Daoist robe was torn to look like a beggar's style.

Baimu Mojun was so angry he gritted his teeth; Xiaotian Quan was just too much of a dog.

Just as he wanted to escape, he would be torn back. Just as he wanted to escape, he would be torn back. After being brought back, he wouldn't even fight, just watch him like he was looking at prey.

Every time he wanted to escape, it would grab him again.

"Yo, everyone's here? What a coincidence." Tang An signaled the two demons to put her down, then lifted her leg and leaped off the sedan.

The main point was to act cool even when there was nothing cool about it.

"So, where have we progressed to now?"

Tang An looked at Baimu Mojun, "You haven't used the Thousand-Eye Golden Light to subdue Xiaotian Quan for so long, have you already prepared to feign weakness and then invite us to drink poisoned tea?"

Baimu Mojun: "..."

How did she know? How did she know!

And even if she knew, why did she have to say it out loud? It was so awkward now!

Continuing the plan wasn't right, and not continuing the plan wasn't right either.

"Then... will you drink it?" Baimu Mojun held it in for a long time before squeezing out that sentence.

He also felt he was asking a rhetorical question; who would voluntarily want to drink poisoned tea?

"Drink, of course I'll drink."

"Hmm?" Someone really wanted to drink poisoned tea? Are they crazy?

"If I don't drink the poisoned tea, what excuse would I have to beat you to death?"

"..."

She was too blunt, blunt to the point of being a bit rude.

Baimu Mojun was completely at a loss; what to do? Start fighting directly?

But that staff strike from Sun Wukong just now had made Baimu Mojun completely recognize reality.

No matter how rampant he was in the surrounding area, he couldn't compare to the weight of that one strike.

If he were to fight hard, he could indeed use his golden light to balance against that monkey. But it would only be a balance; he was afraid he couldn't even inflict an injury.

Wait... monkey?

"Monkey... staff?"

"You are... you are Sun Wukong! The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong?"

Sun Wukong hopped onto the stone railing, laughing and scratching his cheek. "Old Sun here is indeed your Grandpa Sun."

"Then those two are..." Baimu Mojun looked at the dog, then at Yang Jian.

A dog that could fight him back and forth, with no demonic aura on its body, only Immortal Breath. Within the Three Realms, the only one who could have this identity marker could only be...

"Ju... Judicial God?"

Yang Jian slightly raised his eyes, ignoring him.

Baimu Mojun scratched his cheek; his scalp felt a bit numb at this moment, and he was covered in a cold sweat.

"Then this one... this one couldn't possibly be..."

He was on the verge of tears, "He couldn't possibly still be an immortal, could he?"

In truth, who the last one was no longer mattered. Just the first two were enough to signify that, no matter what he said today, he was likely going to meet his end here.

But a demon lives a lifetime; even in death, one wants to die with clarity. He couldn't arrive at the Yama Palace and not even be able to explain how he died, could he?

Tang An came to Nezha's side and beckoned for him to come over and look.

"Look at this Bracelet, and this lotus hair crown, and the red cord on my head; does it remind you of anyone?"

Baimu Mojun fell into deep thought. It wasn't that he hadn't guessed who Nezha was; he was contemplating how he could leave behind a complete corpse today.

After all, of the three before him, one had seized the Jade Emperor's throne, and not only did he not die, he was even titled the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

One had killed the Jade Emperor's son, and not only did he not die, he became the Judicial God.

One, although he hadn't done anything to the Jade Emperor, held heavy troops of the Heavenly Court; no matter who rebelled, he would always go to help the other side.

Just ask, with this lineup, which demon could survive?

"Shall we take a few more steps back? Do you think I could be used to steep wine while alive?"

Tang An smiled with an innocent appearance, yet what came out of her mouth was.

"Get him!"

Baimu Mojun: "???"

"I haven't even used poison yet? Wasn't it said that there must be an excuse to kill me only after using poison?"

Tang An weighed the gold brick in one hand and the Jade Ruyi in the other. Combined with that wicked smile, it formed a bandit-style demeanor unique to her.

"Excuses, aren't excuses meant to be found?"

"I'm already going to kill you to steep wine, so why would I care about fabricating one more excuse?"

Saying this, Tang An threw the Jade Ruyi in her hand, smashing it toward Baimu Mojun.

She discovered that she liked joining the battle more and more; it turned out the feeling of crushing scum was so satisfying—no wonder they all liked to fight.

Sun Wukong leaped into the air and swung the Golden Cudgel toward Baimu Mojun.

Yang Jian flew in from the side, spinning the fan transformed from his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear to block the thousand-eyed golden light.

Nezha flew back to Tang An's side, the Armillary Sash moving at his will, transforming into a giant red curtain to block the thousand-eyed golden light.