Chapter 272 (2/2)

“I’m telling you, you really do have quick wits, man,” Sun Wukong groaned at Erlang Shen’s muttering. “Forget about it for now, and let’s continue already. Otherwise, we’ll keep fighting until the next day like the last time we—”

Whoosh—

Before he could finish, though, Sun Wukong quickly turned his head, an expression of pure shock etched on his face. “…Big bro?”

“Big bro?”

Erlang Shen heard Sun Wukong’s own muttering and shifted his head to chase after his opponent’s gaze. It was at that point that he felt a familiar presence coming from afar.

“Isn’t this…the new God of War?” he thought.

This aura—it was the same one he felt coming from a hulking monkey-type Yogoe that stood next to the Jade Emperor.

“Why is the one supposed to guard the Jade Emperor and stay by side heading here?”

The thing was, he had been feeling something was off at the fact that a Yogoe had become the new God of War.

The current Jade Emperor was well known for his contempt of not just humans but Yogoes as well. Therefore, it was even harder to understand why such a person would bestow one of the most important positions of the Heavenly World to a Yogoe of all things. Not just any position either, but the prestigious and absolutely crucial role of a God of War at that.

Also, to Erlang Shen’s understanding, the role of the current God of War was to act as the Jade Emperor’s bodyguard.

Yet, such God of War abandoned the emperor, who should surely be fighting against the Roc Demon King right now, and was coming over here.

“What do you think you’re doing, God of War?!”

Erlang Shen was now furious about two things.

One, at the God of War who must have forgotten about his role that he left the Jade Emperor’s side to come here; two, at the fact that Erlang Shen’s battle against Sun Wukong would be interfered with by this intruder.

Fwhooooosh—

Gu-woo-woong—!

The God of War flew in rapidly from afar and landed on the ground, kicking up a mighty dust cloud in the process.

The surroundings had been leveled flat by the battle between Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen by now, so there was nothing left to destroy anymore.

The gods of the Heavenly World had already retreated to some distance away in order to not get tangled up in the battle between these two. This intrusion had brought about a temporary lull in the fighting.

The gazes of Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen shifted over to the newly arrived God of War—at the strange outer appearance of a Yogoe with long arms and heavy armor covering its entire body.

This was the Heavenly World’s new God of War.

“Is it…really you, big bro?”

Step, step—

Erlang Shen stopped questioning the God of War and turned his gaze over to his opponent, Sun Wukong.

Because his response seemed rather strange.

Sun Wukong was walking toward the God of War with a jumbled expression full of shock, excitement, and even gladness.

Erlang Shen had never seen such an expression before from Sun Wukong. Playful or serious—those were the only two state of emotions he had seen up until now, after all.

“Do they know each other?” he thought.

Erlang Shen didn’t know anything about the history between Sun Wukong and the new God of War, the Snub-nosed Monkey Spirit King. But he thought that the relationship of these two had to be really close in order for all that joy to appear undisguised on Sun Wukong’s expression.

“It’s possible that the God of War might become an enemy instead.”

In the first place, he was a Yogoe—an existence different from the god race. As such, there was a good possibility for him to join Sun Wukong’s side rather than continue to serve the Heavenly World.

Erlang Shen grew extra wary at the God of War that suddenly appeared and tightly gripped his guandao.

“Big bro, you were really ali—”

But at that moment…

Stab—

The God of War’s long arm pierced into Sun Wukong’s chest. Although it missed his heart by a whisker, the attack still caused a grievous injury.

Cough!

Blood exploded from Sun Wukong’s mouth.

Erlang Shen’s eyes opened wide in shock at this sudden development. Someone of Sun Wukong’s caliber could have easily dodged such an attack, yet all he could do just then was to tilt his body slightly.

He didn’t do that consciously either.

“Indeed, that was not his doing but his instincts overriding his will in order to dodge that attack. But that’s about it,” Erlang Shen observed.

Erlang Shen had fought Sun Wukong more than anyone else, so he could tell the truth instantly.

“That fool! He never even thought about dodging in the first place.”

He could tell that Sun Wukong never considered the God of War before his eyes as an enemy.

Tremble, tremble—

Squeeze—

While trembling heavily, Sun Wukong grabbed the God of War’s arm that was still piercing into his chest.

He wasn’t trembling from the pain, however. He had already experienced a lot of pain in his lengthy existence, so he held no fear of it.

It wasn’t because of his fear of death either. He boasted an immortal body, so no matter how grave the injury was, he wouldn’t die and eventually recover.

There was only one reason for his trembling—the thought of “Why?”

This arm covered in brownish fur, this familiar warmth—this arm was definitely the same arm of the one Sun Wukong knew.

“Big bro, why…?”

“You fool.”

The mocking remark that came out of the God of War’s mouth became a cold dagger that stabbed deep into Sun Wukong’s heart.

However, despite the coldness in that voice, it sounded exactly the same as the one from his memories.

“You still call me your brother after that?”

“Big bro…?”

“Oh, dear Wukong. You truly stupid fool. Why do you think all the monkeys of the Mountain of Flower and Fruit, except for me, were killed off overnight?”

Sun Wukong’s complexion turned ashen at the God of War’s questioning.

At that question, he couldn’t help but think, “Could it be?” But in his mind, that possibility absolutely should not and could not be true.

The Mountain of Flower and Fruit was Sun Wukong’s birthplace and where his first family, the tribe of monkeys, used to live.

However, they were all killed overnight when he had to go somewhere else. As for this Yogoe who currently had his arm in his chest, he was nowhere to be found back then, and Sun Wukong held on to a slim hope that his big brother still lived somewhere to this day.

And such a brother did show up alive and well. But perhaps too cruelly, that one possibility of “Could it be?” which Sun Wukong didn’t even want to think about, turned out to be true.

“I killed them all.”

Snap—

At that very moment, Sun Wukong felt that a previously sturdy thread in his head had snapped in half.

“It seems that the Great Sage who Chases Gods Away, Snub-nosed Monkey Spirit King, is alive somewhere.

Those words were spoken by the Bull Demon King.

The conversation Sun Wukong hadn’t told Su-hyeun about yet suddenly popped back in his head.

“Really?! Where?! Where is he?”

“You shall meet him again soon. When that happens, the seal on your golden headband might weaken.”

“What does meeting my brother have to do with the golden headband? Ah, ahh! I guess that can happen. If my bro is really alive, then I might get overwhelmed by my emotions, so yeah, that could happen for real. Alright, I’ll be careful, big brother,” Sun Wukong chuckled nervously.

“Indeed, do be careful.”

Split, tear—

A circular golden headband suddenly broke through Sun Wukong’s scalp and revealed itself.

“I sincerely hope that the golden headband’s appearance doesn’t happen.”