Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Hearing these words, Mu Zha and the others furrowed their brows, thinking that once the matter was made clear, they could join forces with Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, and the Little White Dragon to easily take down that bald thief.

Never had they expected that the monkey would utter such words.

Mu Zha angrily said, "Great Saint, don't you forget, five hundred years ago it was the Bodhisattva who pleaded for you, and the Buddha gave you mercy to spare your life. Otherwise, today, you'd already be dead!"

Sun Wukong spat, "Who needs their mercy to spare me? Life and death are destined, I, Old Sun, don't care about that. But I clearly remember the suffering of being pressed under Five Fingers Mountain for five hundred years, drinking molten iron daily. I, Old Sun, am not unreasonable and untrustworthy, after all, they did spare my life back then. So, if the Tang Sanzang you speak of had come first, had set me free from Five Fingers Mountain, I would certainly acknowledge him as my master and protect him on his journey to the West."

But now, the one who has released me is this Tang Sanzang, not the Golden Cicada you speak of.

Moreover, I have already taken him as my master, once a master always a father, even if there are thousands of mistakes, he is still I, Old Sun's, master!

Whatever the mistake, I, Old Sun, will bear it!"

"Brother Monkey... this is tantamount to rebelling again!" Zhu Ganglie approached, his voice trembling as he spoke.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, "So what if I rebel? It's not the first time!"

Zhu Ganglie, with a bitter face, looked at Mu Zha, then back to Sun Wukong, hesitating and undecided, not knowing how to choose.

Sun Wukong said, "Blockhead, this is my choice, I don't care where you go. But if you leave, our brotherhood ends here. From this day forward, whether we are enemies or friends will depend on your choice. Little White, this applies to you too. If you want to go, then go quickly. When the fighting starts later, don't blame your big brother for not being able to protect you!"

Mu Zha said as well, "Marshall Tian Peng, Crown Prince, retreat quickly. Since this monkey is stubborn, we will not be courteous! The quest for the sutras to the Western Heaven is a major plan of the Three Realms, and no disorder must arise."

The Liuding Liujia and the Guardians of the Five Directions also took out their magical treasures, preparing for battle.

The King of the Yellow Wind wrapped his arms and said, "Mu Zha, I'm making an extra effort here."

Mu Zha replied, "There will be rewards for you."

The King of the Yellow Wind laughed heartily, "That's great!"

Suddenly, the King of the Yellow Wind, Liuding Liujia, and Mu Zha surrounded Sun Wukong.

If Sun Wukong were still at his peak, he wouldn't fear any of them, but at this moment, his eyes could not open and his Divine Sense was locked, rendering him essentially blind. Moreover, after being suppressed for five hundred years, his fighting strength hadn't fully recovered, and he immediately found himself at a disadvantage facing these adversaries.

As the battle was on the verge of erupting, Zhu Ganglie and the White Dragon Horse exchanged a look and finally sighed.

"Wait!"

The two shouted and stood beside Sun Wukong, with Zhu Ganglie shouldering his nine-toothed rake, "Once a master, always a father. Although the master we acknowledged is wrong, we've done it and there's no turning back. If you want to target my master, I, Old Zhu, won't stand for it!"

The White Dragon Horse said, "Even though my master is no good, he is still my master. If you want to trouble him, you'll have to get past me first!"

For the first time, the three brothers stood together, lifting their heads with an overwhelming fighting spirit, as if ready to face the collapse of the heavens with resolve.

"We respect your choice, but some things will not change because of your choice," said Mu Zha, and with the Wu Hook Swords in hand, he charged directly, "Today you will answer for your crimes!"

Liuding Liujia, the Guardians of the Five Directions, and others also took action, assaulting the trio with a barrage of magical treasures!

Amidst his hearty laughter, the King of the Yellow Wind joined the fray.

A Yellow Wind Great King was already difficult for Sun Wukong to deal with, and now, with the addition of Mu Zha, he was quickly falling behind and frequently hit. If not for his copper skin and iron bones, he would have been beaten to death long ago...

Even so, Sun Wukong's days were not easy; one moment, he was sent flying into the heavens, the next, pummeled into the ground, and from time to time, he would emit a muffled groan...

Zhu Ganglie, facing his former colleagues, also had a hard time articulating his suffering. The Six Ding and Six Jia disciples of the True Martial Great Emperor were adept at manipulating thunder and lightning and subduing ghosts and gods.

What's more, the Six Ding were six female Yin Gods, while the Six Jia were six male Yang Gods; these twelve deities, when assembled together and wielding the divine scripts of the Jade Emperor, could slightly manipulate the Path of Time and directly create a temporal maze.

As soon as Zhu Ganglie made a move, he was enveloped by the temporal maze created by the twelve divine beings, and in an instant, Zhu Ganglie felt time distort all around him. He could see countless versions of himself scrambling in all directions, which were his future selves looking for a way out, yet without exception, all were failing.

"Marshal Tianpeng, sorry, but you should rest for a while. Anything you have to say can be saved for when you see the Jade Emperor," Ding Mao, the god, said.

Zhu Ganglie angrily retorted, "You guys just take advantage of having more people, right? If my naval forces were here, with the River of Heaven flowing in reverse, do you think your little time maze could trap me?"

Jia Zi, the god, chuckled, "Marshal Tianpeng, we're no match for you in single combat, and of course not in a group fight. But you're alone now, so it's better not to try... This temporal maze may not be large, but it's enough to trap you."

Zhu Ganglie's eyes darted as he said, "Then you're not going to take care of Tang Sanzang?"

Ding Mao, the god, laughed, "You need not worry about that. Over there are the Four Valued Sergeants and eighteen Buddhist Jialan Protectors, so there won't be any danger."

Zhu Ganglie forced a smile, "You really are well-prepared, aren't you?"

Meanwhile, the White Dragon Horse was facing the Five Directions Moke Jieti.

The one from the Golden Head Jieti put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, my friend, just go."

In an instant, the White Dragon Horse felt the space around him shift and lost his sense of direction as the Earth and sky spun.

Amidst the blurriness, the figures of the Five Directions Moke Jieti were everywhere, with the Golden Head and Silver Head Jieti chanting, "Go on, go on..."

"Go on!"

"Go on!"

The White Dragon Horse, agitated by the calling, transformed into his dragon form and stirred the fog to protect himself.

But the Five Directions Moke Jieti were surrounding him without attacking. They didn't make a move, just endlessly chanted, "Go on, go on, go on!"

The White Dragon Horse grew incredibly irritated, "Go, go where? Who's going? Where to?"

"You go, you go!"

Through the haze, Bolo Jieti appeared and pointed at himself and also at the White Dragon Horse.

Then, before the White Dragon Horse could ask, Bolo Jieti pointed towards the distance and said, "Go to the other shore."

Moke Jieti stood in the distance, beckoning, "Welcome, my friend, to the other shore. The place where your heart yearns, the realm of bliss."

The White Dragon Horse, bewildered by these words, staggered toward Moke Jieti.

The Five Directions Moke Jieti exchanged glances, all seeing the smiles in each other's eyes, confident of their victory.