Soon, Tianpeng regretted it.
"What, organizing a martial arts tournament?"
"To hold it above the Milky Way? No, no, absolutely not!"
"And to mobilize eighty thousand Milky Way naval forces? Bimawen, don't even think about it!"
"Brother, stop, stop, I'll agree to anything you say..."
Tianpeng quickly gave in but still insisted, "In previous years, the martial arts tournament never used so many heavenly soldiers and generals, and mobilizing troops required the emperor's decree, otherwise, it would be rebellion."
"Hehe, does Sun Wukong still need your reminder?" Sun Wukong laughed.
Then he asked Tianpeng to bring paper and pen, and he wrote down a set of rules on the spot, allowing the other three deputy leaders to review them.
After reading it, Tianpeng was dumbfounded; the martial arts tournament was clearly targeted at the Chan Sect and the Buddhists. He hurriedly said, "Brother, Monkey Bro, dear brother, please spare me."
