Sun Wukong, wearing a purple and gold crown, clad in Golden Armor, and with cloud-stepping boots, stood majestically in mid-air.
Looking down at the seventy-two thousand heavenly soldiers and generals below, who were all swarming like an ocean and saluting him as marshal.
He felt exhilaratingly content in his heart, as if he trampled the entire world beneath his feet with boundless pride.
[Congratulations on completing the mission—"Military Suppression." You subdued the generals of the Earthly Fiends with your might and gained a fifth-tier treasure chest]
"That's it? Unsatisfying, very unsatisfying." Sun Wukong was not fully gratified; he had hardly exerted himself.
Of course, he was also aware that some were intimidated by his strength, not truly convinced in their hearts.
Such as Ji Shuming, who had backing and had undoubtedly just watched this battle from afar. He could only accept the fact that Wukong was the newly appointed Earthly Fiends Marshal.
