On Mount Innerheart, more than ten people had already fallen. All of them had been defeated by Sun Wukong. When the two of them fought at the same realm, Sun Wukong was like an invincible god of war, beating up the cultivators of the Crescent Tristar Cave.
Sun Wukong's ability to capture fighters was too strong. In a one-on-one situation, no one was Sun Wukong's match.
More than a dozen people were beaten down by Sun Wukong, and there were even a few who were directly killed by Sun Wukong. Under such circumstances, Sun Wukong's untamed nature and the Battle God's temperament were slowly cultivated.
At this moment, there were still a few people standing in the Tristar Crescent Cave. These people were all Human Immortals. They were all locked by the white and huge palm in the void.
The few Human Immortal experts of the Tristar Crescent Abode were in despair. However, they had no way to deal with it. A bunch of junior brothers were lying on the ground. They wanted to save them and defeat Sun Wukong, but the white jade palm in the sky was really terrifying. They didn't dare to move. They were afraid that if they moved, they wouldn't be able to save their junior brothers, and they would be killed by Wang Fan.
A few minutes passed quietly. After a few minutes, all the Return to Void Stage Immortal Soul Third Level experts were defeated, leaving only three trembling Mortal Immortals. They now knew that it was their turn.
If they were to fight Sun Wukong, they were confident that they could win. After all, the suppression of realms was not a joke. However, they were worried that Wang Fan wouldn't give them a chance to fight Sun Wukong. They were afraid that Wang Fan would directly kill them.
If Wang Fan attacked, even Hua Tiandu, the strongest among the three of them, would not be able to block it. While they were trembling, the palm that was like a small mountain slowly descended from the void and pressed down on the three of them. The speed of the suppression was very slow, and it could be considered as a horizontal push of one meter per second.
The three Human Immortal experts stared at the mountain-like palm that was heading towards them. They drew in a cold breath as they circulated their magic power, causing the energy in their bodies to tremble. The three of them had already decided to go all out. Just as the three of them were about to unleash their strongest attack, a white-bearded old man wearing a Daoist robe appeared in front of them. He waved his hand and blocked the attack of the jade-like hand in the sky.
This old man with a white beard was none other than Grandmaster Bodhi, who had refused to accept Sun Wukong as his disciple two months ago. Grandmaster Bodhi appeared with a kind expression.
When the three Worldly Immortal disciples saw Patriarch Bodhi appear, they immediately heaved a sigh of relief. They felt that with the arrival of their master, Wang Fan and Sun Wukong would no longer be able to cause any trouble.
The heavily injured disciples of the Tristar Crescent Abode who were lying on the ground were all excited. They felt that Patriarch Subhuti would definitely avenge them.
Under the expectant gazes of many disciples, Patriarch Bodhi did not mention anything about Sun Wukong injuring his disciple. Instead, he said words of consolation to Wang Fan and Sun Wukong,"Wang Fan, you've taught Sun Wukong well. In just two months, Sun Wukong has already grown to such a level.”
"Of course. My master is the best teacher in the world.”
Before Wang Fan could say anything, Sun Wukong hurriedly stood up and put in a good word for his master. When he said good words, he even looked at Patriarch Bodhi with disgust. To Sun Wukong, Patriarch Bodhi, who did not accept him as a disciple, had become an enemy.
He wouldn't let Sun Wukong cultivate, let him grow old, and stop Sun Wukong from realizing his own dreams. To Sun Wukong, Patriarch Bodhi was either a bad person or an enemy. There was an old saying that stood in the way of humanity, just like killing one's parents. Patriarch Subhuti had blocked Sun Wukong's path of Dao two months ago, and Sun Wukong had completely regarded him as an enemy.
When Grandmaster Bodhi saw how much Sun Wukong hated him, he could only smile bitterly in his heart. After all, he was doing this for Sun Wukong's own good. He did not want Sun Wukong to walk on that path.
Although he felt bitter in his heart, Patriarch Subhuti still maintained a kind expression on his face. It was as if there was always a smile on his face. His gaze was focused on Wang Fan as he looked at Wang Fan and said quietly,"But you shouldn't have taken him as your disciple. The outcome of his future wouldn't be good.”
"How do you know the result won't be good? The art of divination was not necessarily accurate. Moreover, Wukong's path is his own choice. If he wants to cultivate, I can teach him. I'm his master!!!”
Wang Fan said with a faint smile.
Upon hearing this, Patriarch Subhuti's heart became even more complicated. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, he noticed that Sun Wukong was now even more disgusted with him.
Even now, you still want me to give up on cultivation. What an old bastard!!!
From Sun Wukong's eyes, Patriarch Bodhi could see what Sun Wukong was thinking. Patriarch Bodhi could no longer say what he wanted to persuade Wang Fan.
Forget it, forget it. Let Wang Fan lead it. Let's see how far the main character of this era can go and how colorful his life will be if he leads the Monkey King, who is the incarnation of the Multicolored Stone. It was to walk to the peak and see the peak of the world, to rule the world, or to be controlled like a puppet!!!
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