Jiang Sanzu instinctively took a few steps back.
"You, you stay away..."
"I gave you a chance," Wukong said, as his somersault cloud rose up from his feet.
Jiang Sanzu let out a strange cry and turned to run away.
However, he was seriously injured and could not outrun Wukong.
Wukong caught up with him easily and then gently brushed against him with his somersault cloud.
"No, don't..."
Above Jiang Sanzu's head, dark clouds churned again, and crimson lightning struck Jiang Sanzu's head fiercely.
He had already lost his cultivation at the Immortal Realm and had been demoted to the first level of the Half-Step Immortal Realm.
Therefore, this almost cost him his life.
Jiang Sanzu lay on the ground, his body covered in cuts and lacerations, the flesh so deep that bone was visible, and white smoke was rising from his wounds.
His breath was extremely weak.
Upon seeing this, Wukong immediately put away his somersault cloud.
He kicked Jiang Sanzu: "Jiang Laosan, you're smoking, why aren't you?"
"You, you might as well kill me." Jiang Sanzu was utterly despondent.
If it weren't for the life-saving magical artifact he possessed, that bolt of crimson lightning would have killed him.
But at this moment, he felt an intense hatred for this life-saving magical artifact.
Because being struck by lightning is too painful.
He also has three ways to save his life.
In other words, Wukong could still strike him three more times, but wouldn't kill him.
"Want to die?" Wukong sneered, pinching Jiang Sanzu's chin with his little paws, forcing him to open his mouth, and then stuffing a piece of... mud into his mouth.
Jiang Sanzu struggled desperately.
Even if he were to die immediately, he would not want to suffer this humiliation.
"Fool!" Wukong sneered, "This is mud from under the vine tree, giving it to you is already letting you off easy."
Jiang Sanzu was no match for Wukong, and the mud was swallowed successfully.
Then, Jiang Sanzu felt a warm sensation all over his body, and his injuries began to heal at a visible speed.
"This, this..." Jiang Sanzu was stunned, and the surrounding cultivators were also stunned.
Who exactly is that monkey? Why can it control lightning tribulations? Why is every clod of mud it picks up a miraculous medicine?
"Okay, that's good." Wukong smiled and summoned the Somersault Cloud again.
Jiang Sanzu screamed, "You, you're going too far!"
Even killing someone is just a matter of beheading them.
That's not how you do it.
"You killed thousands of people back then, why didn't you say that was excessive?" Wukong sneered and rode his somersault cloud to crash into them again.
"I, I..." Jiang Sanzu stammered, unable to speak.
Wukong didn't give him another chance to speak, and the Somersault Cloud crashed steadily into Jiang Sanzu.
After this battle, Wukong has gained a profound understanding of the power of the Somersault Cloud.
What kind of invincible person is he?
With the Somersault Cloud in hand, it is invincible even above the immortals.
When Jiang Sanzu was hit, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and even his crotch area became slightly damp.
The next second, a bolt of crimson lightning tore through the sky and struck Jiang Sanzu's head with precision and force.
Jiang Sanzu's limbs twitched from being cleaved, his skin torn and flesh ripped open.
He was on his last breath.
The mud that Wukong fed him had a miraculous effect; he was able to stay alive without having to use his life-saving techniques.
But it was precisely because of this that Jiang Sanzu was even more afraid.
Wukong walked over, pried open his mouth again, and fed him a piece of mud.
Jiang Sanzu recovered to his original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, Wukong continued to summon the Somersault Cloud.
This was repeated five or six times, until Jiang Sanzu's eyes became unfocused.
He now only wants to die.
But Wukong refused to grant his request: "You've killed so many people, how can you just die? You have to live and be trampled by thousands of people."
"Great Sage Senior, could you please let me avenge my Lin family?" Lin Buhuan asked from the side.
"Of course you can." Wukong nodded. "But before you vent your anger, let Luo Ge use a soul-searching technique to reveal the truth to the world."
It knew that Lin Buhuan hated Jiang Sanzu to the bone, and that it was likely a fight to the death.
So, let's get the things that need to be done done first.
"Yes." Lin Buhuan nodded.
"Brother Luo, thank you for your trouble." Wukong walked to Luo Ci's side and said politely.
“No problem.” Luo Ci nodded, flicked his fingers, and a wisp of green light entered Jiang Sanzu’s brow.
The next moment, images appeared in the sky.
It tells the story of how Jiang Sanzu woke up in the Jiang family, how he summoned the demons, how he made a deal with them, and how he ruthlessly destroyed the Jiang family.
Then, how the blame was shifted onto Niu Shanming, and how the Yue family and other clans were destroyed.
In addition to the fifteen gates that everyone knows about, there are three small towns.
All the cultivators and ordinary people inside were drained of their life force and turned into mummies; even the livestock couldn't escape.
The cultivators were horrified and filled with righteous indignation.
Right now, everyone is cursing Jiang Sanzu, and some are even shouting that they want to turn Jiang Sanzu into a human pig so that he will suffer for eternity.
Wukong looked at them coldly.
They are all a bunch of hypocritical and sanctimonious people.
The Central Continent is home to numerous powerful families and hidden sects, as well as countless cultivators, making it the most prosperous and powerful place among the five continents.
But at the same time, it is also the dirtiest place.
Because of their hearts.
After using the Soul Searching Technique, Jiang Sanzu slumped to the ground with his head down, his eyes becoming increasingly unfocused.
Wukong fed Jiang Sanzu a little bit of soil again.
Jiang Sanzu recovered somewhat and became more energetic.
But soon, Wukong tapped his forehead with his little paw and shouted, "Freeze!"
Jiang Sanzu froze there, completely still.
"Go on." Wukong patted Lin Buhuan on the shoulder: "Now you can avenge your Lin family."
"Thank you, Senior Great Sage." After expressing his gratitude, Lin Buhuan took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Jiang Sanzu step by step.
The footsteps were very light, making almost no sound.
But Jiang Sanzu felt as if each step he took was stepping on the very tip of his heart.
It made his heart pound with fear.
"I won't replace my virtuous grand-nephew..."
"Who is your virtuous grand-nephew, you old turtle!" Lin Buhuan lunged forward with bloodshot eyes, then bit Jiang Sanzu hard on the shoulder.
Jiang Sanzu groaned in pain.
The next second, Lin Buhuan bit off a piece of meat, which was dripping with blood.
Then he chewed it hard and actually swallowed it.
Someone in the crowd, witnessing the bloody scene, couldn't help but bend over and vomit.
At this moment, Lin Buhuan was like a mad beast, tearing at Jiang Sanzu bit by bit.
It doesn't require any spiritual power, it relies entirely on its teeth.
A brutal, tearing bite.
Jiang Sanzu was covered in blood from the bite.
His own teeth were broken and bleeding profusely, but he didn't feel it at all.
He could only feel the burning rage in his chest.
He just wanted to tear Jiang Sanzu apart piece by piece with all his might, to avenge his Lin family.
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