Sun Wukong shook his head with a smile, saying: "Didn't manage to kill him. At the last moment, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi intervened and saved Zhunti."
Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Amitabha Buddha said through gritted teeth: "What a pity."
He felt a mix of regret but also a bit relieved, a very complicated feeling.
The Tathagata Buddha said in a deep voice: "So what's the Great Saint doing here? Planning to strike at Zhunti again? I suspect after last time, Zhunti should be on guard; it won't be easy to strike him down."
"No, even though he wasn't slain, it's less satisfying than killing him. Now, he surely hates me and Yang Jian to death."
Hearing Sun Wukong's words, both the Tathagata Buddha and Amitabha Buddha were a bit curious.
They clearly understood that Zhunti definitely suffered a great loss, otherwise, the Great Saint wouldn't be so pleased.
As expected, Sun Wukong took out something.
