227: Chapter 179: Emperor Jun’s Backup Plan_3 227: Chapter 179: Emperor Jun’s Backup Plan_3 The elder’s face was bitter as she said, “To be honest, our Winged Tribe had enemies in the Three Realms, which forced us to migrate to this Great Thousand Worlds.
Our enemy thought we had perished, so we must not let anyone know that we still exist.”
Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow and asked indifferently, “May I know who this enemy is?”
Although reluctant, the elder revealed the identity of that person.
Sun Wukong chuckled; their enemy was none other than the Jade Emperor.
“What a coincidence, my enemy is also the Jade Emperor.”
The elder’s eyes lit up as she excitedly said, “Lord Demon God, since we have the same enemy, can you understand our predicament now?
Please, Lord Demon God, spare us, for the enemy of our enemy is a friend.”
She felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps for this reason, she could spare her own race.
However, Sun Wukong firmly shook his head.
“I will deal with my own enemies; I don’t need others.
We might have the same enemy, but that doesn’t make us friends.”
Following his words, he made his move.
Jingu Bang smashed directly toward the elder.
The elder’s face paled; she tried to dodge but found that the space around her was locked, making it impossible to move.
Even with her power, she felt as feeble as an ant under the supreme presence of this Demon God.
The elder clearly recognized that her death was inevitable.
Just then, a Divine Statue behind them silently cracked open, and a beam of light shot out, blocking Sun Wukong’s strike.
Seizing the opportunity, the elder immediately retreated.
She revealed a look of surprise because the Main God had awoken spontaneously, intervened to save her, and blocked the Demon God’s strike.
Sensing the awakening of the Main God, the elder’s beautiful face twisted ferociously.
She glared at Sun Wukong and sneered, “The Main God has awoken; you’re finished.
With the Main God intervening, you stand no chance against him.”
Sun Wukong cocked his head and decided to spare her for the moment.
He intended to smash the opposing Main God into the ground, and then kill this venomous woman.
A Living Being emerged from the Divine Statue, initially only an inch tall; with every step, he grew taller until he was the size of a normal human.
He was incredibly handsome with hair like gold, burning like the Sun.
Behind the man, twelve pairs of golden wings unfolded, and his whole being radiated a powerful aura.
This Main God was indeed powerful; Sun Wukong could sense his strength nearly matched the Ox Demon King’s.
In the current Three Realms, excluding those Great Heavenly Venerates, no more than twenty individuals could confidently defeat this man.
Such strength was indeed formidable.
No wonder this group of the Winged Tribe had such faith in their Main God; a powerful Heavenly Venerate was indeed interesting.
A smirk formed at the corner of Sun Wukong’s mouth as he scrutinized the man with interest, his Eyes of Golden Flame flickering.
The opponent was also sizing up Sun Wukong, his expression showing a hint of surprise.
Clearly, the Winged Tribe’s Main God had also sensed Sun Wukong’s power.
The cold expression of the Winged Tribe’s Main God softened slightly as he said lightly, “Esteemed Lord Demon God, my servant has offended you, I apologize, and I ask you not to take it to heart.”
Clearly, he was somewhat unsure and did not wish to engage in conflict with Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong’s lips curved slightly upward as he said indifferently, “What if I insist on taking the matter seriously?”
The Winged Tribe’s Main God was taken aback, he slightly furrowed his brow and said, “Lord Demon God, I know you are very powerful, even a bit stronger than me, but a fight to the death between us would benefit neither.
Why should we have a conflict over an ant?”
The elder had no complaint though she was called an ant.
She knew the Winged Tribe’s Main God was protecting her; if he had not spoken so, it would mean he had abandoned her.
Sun Wukong smiled faintly, staring at the Winged Tribe’s Main God, and said, “A mere Golden Crow’s drop of blood turned essence, where do you get the audacity to speak such words to Old Sun?”
Sun Wukong, using his Eyes of Golden Flame, discerned the true nature of this Winged Tribe’s Main God.
He was indeed a drop of blood turned essence, and that drop of blood was from the Golden Crow, as could be seen using the Eyes of Golden Flame, a drop shaped like a Golden Crow lodged within this Winged Tribe’s Main God’s heart.
The complexion of the Winged Tribe’s Main God changed as he stared at Sun Wukong and challenged, “Who on earth are you?”
Obviously, he was astounded by Sun Wukong’s words.
Realizing the true depth of the Demon God standing before him, whose methods were likely formidable, he understood.
Sun Wukong did not answer his query but instead mused suspiciously, “That’s not right.
Emperor Jun was exiled beyond the heavens, and as a drop of the Golden Crow’s blood turned essence, you should be very closely connected to him, even considered his half-son.
You should have been exiled too, how could you have possibly escaped the purge?”
Sun Wukong looked around; a startling thought occurred to him.
“No, perhaps you are not from one of the ten Golden Crows but rather Emperor Jun’s own blood turned essence.
He deliberately left you here as a marker to find his way back.
You may not have fled here after Emperor Jun was exiled, but instead, you were here before that.
It seems Emperor Jun foresaw his own fate and made arrangements early on.
He was truly cunning.”