Sun Wukong raised his head, and his Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod pointed obliquely at Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing, his eyes flashing with divine light, his face full of mockery and disdain.
"Demon Monkey! You dare to kill my beloved son, I will not let this matter rest!"
A flash of ferocity crossed Li Jing's face, a touch of sinister venom showing in his eyes. Nezha's presence had already disappeared, and from such high above in the firmament, falling with heavy injuries, even if he was of Physical Body Sanctification, he'd probably be as thoroughly dead as the Giant Spirit God, the great peril that had been hanging over his head was finally removed. He should have been happy, but it seemed that everything had been seen through by this Demon Monkey, Sun Wukong, who must not be left alive!
"All Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, heed my command, form the Seven-Star Demon Slaying Formation, eradicate the Demon Monkey Sun Wukong, and avenge my son, the Third Prince!"
