Sun Wukong, hearing Zhu Bajie's words, couldn't help but laugh and say, "Their clothes are in disarray, and I, Old Sun, am too lazy to make a move, but you certainly can!"
"I'm afraid you, the dimwit, won't dare!"
"Brother Monkey, you really look down on me too much!"
Hearing Sun Wukong actually looking down on him like this, Zhu Bajie snorted coldly, grabbed the Nine-toothed Rake sitting nearby, shouldered it, and headed towards the back mountain.
"Brother Monkey, we should nip the problem in the bud and leave no troubles behind!"
While speaking, Zhu Bajie had already gone far away.
Watching Zhu Bajie's retreating figure, Sand Monk said with some concern, "I wonder if Second Senior Brother will be able to handle it!"
"Whether this dimwit can handle it or not, if he can kill those demons, it would naturally be the best; even if he can't, we can at least gauge the strength of these demons!"
Sun Wukong said with a smile.
