Chapter 295 - 295 189 Miscalculated_5

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295: Chapter 189: Miscalculated_5 295: Chapter 189: Miscalculated_5 Ying Hook brought over fine wine and shared it with Sun Wukong and the others. Those demons on the side watched with fear and trepidation, now realizing how terrifying it would be to betray Ying Hook. Just the thought of being skinned and stewed was more than they could bear. Having done all this, Ying Hook smirked lightly, his gaze falling upon the others with a hint of amusement. The demons immediately bowed their heads and showed respect. “Lady Houtu is here,” Sun Wukong suddenly said. At that moment, above the Yellow Springs Nether Sea, a powerful being descended. Lady Houtu stood at the forefront, personally leading her people into the Yellow Springs Nether Sea. Lady Houtu was well aware that within the Netherworld, the most threatening person now was Ying Hook. As long as she could kill Ying Hook and those who had come to his aid, like Sun Wukong and his group, the Netherworld could be taken down. Lady Houtu sneered inwardly, thinking that Great Emperor Ziwei had really miscalculated this time. He thought that by sending Sun Wukong and his group they could stop her. But he hadn’t anticipated that they would first get themselves drunk senseless. Now, taking down Sun Wukong and his group would be like catching fish in a barrel. As thoughts swirled in her mind, when Lady Houtu arrived in front of Ying Hook’s group, she was somewhat stunned. What was being stewed in that big pot? It turned out to be the Poison Dragon Demon King’s true form. And those who were eating meat and drinking heavily were none other than Sun Wukong and his companions. Only, there wasn’t the slightest hint of drunkenness on their faces; they were clearly all sober. Upon seeing Lady Houtu, Ying Hook even greeted her, “We just stewed one of your subordinates, why don’t you join us? The taste of a traitor is really not bad.” He was all smiles, showing no sign of anger on his face. Demons familiar with Ying Hook knew that this meant he was extremely angry. Lady Houtu maintained an elegant posture and a calm expression, but the sharpness in her eyes betrayed her fury. To stew the Poison Dragon Demon King, who was her informant, right before her was not just a provocation, it was a downright slap in the face. Lady Houtu said indifferently, “I underestimated you all.” Ying Hook sighed, “It is I who underestimated you, my lady. I thought I had been decent to these brothers of mine, but I never expected betrayal. I am truly taken aback. I wonder what you promised the Poison Dragon Demon King that he so readily abandoned me.” Lady Houtu let out a slight smile, her eyes tinged with mockery, “You were decent to them, but never considered their feelings. You fought hard for the Netherworld, yet you gave them no reward, only having them accompany you here in the Yellow Springs Nether Sea. Some people crave power, unwilling to settle for obscurity.” So that was the case, Ying Hook sighed softly. Why did he hide in the Yellow Springs Nether Sea? Wasn’t it because of the upheavals in the world? Nowadays, the unending skirmishes are relentless; he did not want these brothers to risk themselves. Hiding in the Yellow Springs Nether Sea, not provoking anyone, instead reduced the danger of falling. Regrettably, some could not understand, assuming he was doing so on purpose. If they craved power, they could have just spoken to him. In this Netherworld, he could arrange anything as he pleased. Even if they desired to be officials in heaven, he could make arrangements. After all, having performed the meritorious deed of following the dragon, he could certainly arrange for one or two demons to become officials in heaven; Great Emperor Ziwei would not refuse him this favor. Moreover, the Ziwei Heavenly Court needed manpower. Unfortunately, the Poison Dragon Demon King chose another path. Betrayal, this was the thing Ying Hook could least tolerate. “What you can offer, I can too, but he did not come to me. Hehe, it seems I have indeed failed as a leader,” Ying Hook said lightly. Lady Houtu’s lips curved slightly upward as she said indifferently, “From today onward, I shall take back control of the underworld.” “Wishful thinking,” Ying Hook said coldly. Bao Zheng even stepped forward, scolding, “Lady Houtu, the Ziwei Heavenly Court now governs the Three Realms. Your actions are no different from those of treasonous rebels.” “How dare you, a mere Celestial Immortal, speak to me in such a manner,” Lady Houtu rebuked lightly, her authority enveloping Bao Zheng, intent on crushing him. Bao Zheng’s expression changed slightly; he tried to react but was already too late. Just as he was about to be killed by Lady Houtu, a pitch-black staff struck out, aiming directly at Lady Houtu. Lady Houtu casually blocked the strike with a slap, retreating herself, and the overwhelming presence surrounding Bao Zheng dissipated. Soaked in sweat, Bao Zheng felt as if he had stepped through the Ghost Gate; if Sun Wukong had been even a little later in striking out, he would have died. With a staff thrust, Sun Wukong forced back Lady Houtu, scoffing, “What great authority, attempting to attack a mere Celestial Immortal. You’re growing more shameless by the day.” Lady Houtu’s face turned cold as she glanced at Sun Wukong, saying, “You attack me and accuse me of shamelessness, isn’t that also shameless of you?” Sun Wukong knew what she meant; because Lady Houtu was his martial aunt, she thought his attack on her was indecent. Sun Wukong chuckled lightly, saying, “Perhaps Old Sun is a case of the pupil surpassing the master.” Lady Houtu’s face darkened even more. To her, Sun Wukong’s words implied he had learned such behavior from them. Lady Houtu sneered coldly, saying, “You are utterly shameless and still claim you learned it from someone else, how laughable. A traitor who would even defy his own master has no right to criticize others here.” Sun Wukong roared with laughter, his laughter stopping abruptly soon after. “Master? Is he even worthy of being a master? At least real masters don’t scheme against their disciples; he considered me his disciple out of calculation from the start. Does such a person deserve to be called a master?” Sun Wukong’s voice was fierce. “It doesn’t change the fact that he is your master, and opposing him is utterly disgraceful,” Lady Houtu said indifferently.

Chapter 295 - 295 189 Miscalculated_5

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