Hun Chan slowly said, "Second Brother, he knew his limits. He probably didn't beat that demon monkey to death."
Upon hearing Hun Chan's words, True Person Yuding, who had been worried, finally let out a slight sigh of relief. "That's good."
The weight hanging over his heart finally fell away.
Below.
Hun Jian put away his weapon. Dust filled the air as Sun Wukong lay miserably at the bottom of a huge crater, his body battered and ragged.
He was utterly pathetic.
Lying in the crater, barely clinging to life, Sun Wukong had lost—lost completely. The invincible Sun Wukong, who had never known defeat since entering the world, had been defeated.
The conviction of invincibility in his heart completely crumbled at that moment, collapsing beyond words.
Sun Wukong refused to accept it. He wanted to pick up the Golden Cudgel and fight again, but though the intention was good, his condition did not allow it.
Sun Wukong no longer had the strength to lift the Golden Cudgel, much less fight another battle.
The blade of Hun Jian's Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade came to rest against Sun Wukong's neck. "Demon monkey, you've lost!"
The moment the blade in Hun Jian's hand pressed against his throat, Sun Wukong knew he had completely lost any chance to resist.
He had lost, utterly and completely!
Sun Wukong showed no fear. "Kill me or carve me up as you please. If I, Old Sun, so much as furrow my brow, I'm no true man!"
"Good..."
Hearing that, Hun Jian prepared to give him a proper scare and see whether Sun Wukong truly feared no death. His actions did not frighten Sun Wukong.
Instead, they frightened True Person Yuding in the clouds. Startled, he descended from the clouds with the others. "Disciple, stop!"
He stood in