After finishing speaking, Sun Wukong could no longer hear Lord Taishang speak.
He sneered. These haughty Immortal Gods needed to be thoroughly scolded to wake them up.
Of course, Sun Wukong knew that only someone of Lord Taishang's high realm could accept his words.
If it were other Immortal Gods, they certainly wouldn't be able to listen.
Even, they would become furious right away.
Some things never think they are wrong, accustomed to superiority, everything said by those beneath them seems incorrect in their eyes.
While his thoughts were turning, Sun Wukong shifted his attention to Zhenyuan.
He stared at the pair of blood-red eyes beneath Zhenyuan, and a thought crossed his mind. Primordial Demonic Qi released strands of essence, sealing that area and the whole of Zhenyuan.
The pair of eyes beneath Zhenyuan suddenly opened wide, the blood-red eyes fixated on Sun Wukong, filled with a terrifying murderous intent.
Clearly, this so-called Lord Zhen sensed something was amiss.
