"Damn it! Why is the bone of the Vajras Ape King so hard? Even now, he still refuses to speak!"
Seeing that the Vajras Ape King still would not reveal the whereabouts of the Six-Eared Macaque, Sun Wukong was getting anxious.
Could it be that the Six-Eared Macaque has already been harmed, so this bastard doesn't dare to say it for fear that once spoken, he'd immediately lose his life?
But that can't be right; if the Six-Eared Macaque were truly harmed, the Wishful Iron Staff should have become an ownerless object, and the Vajras Ape King would have refined it by now.
"No, that fellow Six-Eared has a deep fortune; he wouldn't die so easily!"
Sun Wukong took a deep breath, his palm exerting force again, causing the Vajras Ape King to scream miserably.
"Vajras Ape King, I, Old Sun, have already given you enough chances. If you still don't tell me the whereabouts of Six-Eared, don't blame me for being ruthless and destroying you completely, body and soul!"
