Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2577

Realizing they had no time to waste on chatting, the leader barked, "All of you, attack now! Master's order says he wants this man, alive or dead." Instantly, thousands of cultivators fired up their internal energy and dashed towards Zhu Bajie. In truth, none of them would have had the nerves to challenge Zhu Bajie in a duel. He was a powerful hero that had been known for thousands of years after all. But with Zhang Jue's protection, these men were free of their concerns.

"Huh? Who are they calling Master?" Zhu Bajie scrowled, still confused as to who these people were and who was pulling the strings behind them. Regardless, seeing that they were not hesitant to attack had completely enraged Zhu Bajie. ‘F*ck, you think it's that easy to take me down? It's been a while since I've exercised, all of you are going to be my punching bags today!’

Indeed, it had been a few years since Zhu Bajie had been in a fight of any sort. Today's ambush merely provided him the opportunity to warm up, and most importantly, to show off in front of his beautiful disciple. As soon as the last word was spoken, Zhu Bajie twisted his wrists around to loosen his muscle before darting forward.

"Master, be careful!" Cheyenne shouted from behind the tree, both concerned and excited at the scene.

Baam! Baam! Baam! Zhu Bajie turned around to cast a reassuring smile to Cheyenne upon hearing her before charging into the crowd like a tiger making its way into a herd of sheeps. Instantly, their formation was torn apart following a deafening soundwave.

Meanwhile, on the other hand in the guest room of the Yach family’s mansion, Darryl sighed in relief and stopped meditating. Colors had finally returned to his cheeks and he was visibly more energetic in comparison to the state he was in for the past few days. His wounds had mostly recovered and with his power restored, he could finally seek revenge from Zhang Jue along with Zhu Bajie. Darryl stepped out of his room with the full intention of inviting Zhu Bajie to leave with him but was puzzled when he couldn't seem to find him anywhere in the mansion. Even Cheyenne, who had been taking care of Darryl the entire time seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Where is the eldest daughter and her master?" Darryl pulled one of the servants aside and asked.

“Sir Zhu and eldest daughter headed out towards the North Moana Continent," the servant replied. He paused for a moment before continuing, "About an hour ago, we had two visitors that claimed to be the disciples of the Holy Saint Sect. They mentioned something about Her Ladyship wanting to meet Sir Zhu and so he went with them."

What? Darryl frowned as he thought to himself, "Disciples from the Holy Saint Sect? Her Ladyship... they were probably referring to Chang Er. But everyone knows that Chang Er hates Zhu Bajie's guts. Why would she ask to meet with him? This can't be right." Starting to feel uneasy about the situation, Darryl asked, "How long has it been since they left?"

"Over an hour, sir," the servant replied.

Darryl immediately returned to his room and moved the baby dragon into his enchanted beast pouch and headed out without hesitation. The previous pouch Darryl owned had been destroyed by Laura, so the one he was using was a gift from Zhu Bajie in the past few days of resting in the Yach family’s mansion.

Right about then, on a trail at the other side of the mountain, angered shouts and tortured cries had disrupted the peacefulness of the woods. Blood was spilled as far as the eyes could see, almost looking like the ground had been soaked in crimson. Despite being surrounded by tens of thousands of Endless Sky Organization elites, Zhu Bajie was far from admitting defeat. With his Nine-toothed rake in hand, he moved as swift as a coursing river through his enemies, bringing down a few men with every strike.

Baam! Baam! Baam! Hundreds of elite disciples had fallen into their own puddle of blood within a blink of an eye.