"Sun Wukong, the Sword of Annihilation has already fused with my lifeblood essence. There's no way you can steal it! Return the Sword of Annihilation to me, and I promise I won't vie for the treasures in the Dragon Nest with you!"
Blocked firmly by Sun Wukong's clones, Cultivation Heavenly Venerable exerted all his strength but couldn't break through. Growing more and more anxious, he finally couldn't help shouting out loud.
"Return it to you?"
A smirk formed at the corner of Sun Wukong's mouth. This old fart had admitted defeat!
But what of it if he had?
Past experiences had taught Sun Wukong a firm rule: never show mercy to a confirmed enemy, or else one is just asking for trouble! The enmity between him and Cultivation Heavenly Venerable had already reached a point of life and death. If he let the tiger return to the mountain, who knows what future troubles could befall him or even the whole of Flower-Fruit Mountain!