He Xiangu realized her mistakes.
She sighed, "Was I too impulsive, or is the Great Saint truly composed?"
Sun Wukong gave a faint smile.
Just then, he abruptly looked up towards the outside.
"Why has he come?"
Sun Wukong willed it, and the prohibitions of Huaguo Mountain opened.
A ray of light descended and transformed into a man.
The man had long, flowing black hair, and his majestic physique was clad in black garments, with a sword in hand and a turtle-and-snake emblem beneath his feet.
He was incredibly authoritative, his face devoid of any expression, his gaze remarkably calm.
However, as his eyes swept over them, both He Xiangu and Fan Yao trembled in their bodies.
"We pay our respects to True Martial Great Emperor."
Both He Xiangu and Fan Yao saluted at the same time.
The True Martial Demon-Subduing Emperor, also known as the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerate.
All demons of the world shuddered at the mention of his name.
