Chapter 557 The Hope of Dao Zhun's Resurrection

Sun Wukong's words had the nine-headed hydra rolling its eyes, although this was hardly discernible in its serpentine eyes. Yet despite his irritation, it couldn't do anything about Sun Wukong. Not to mention, it was outmatched in a fight and would later have to rely on him—clearly, he didn't trust it in the slightest. The nine heads bowed rather humanely, and one of them spoke with a hint of grievance, "If that's the case, what if I give you a strand of my soul origin to hold on to? That way, you'll know in advance if I plan to harm you, and I'll be largely restrained by you."