Six-Eared Macaque descended from the clouds and landed on the deserted streets of Chang'an, Golden Cudgel in hand. With a sweep of his arm—
Dust scattered in all directions.
Revealing the battered Sun Wukong within the enormous crater.
Inside the crater, Sun Wukong looked utterly wretched. He gripped the Golden Cudgel to support himself, half-kneeling on the ground.
"Cough, cough..."
After coughing violently twice, he spat out blood.
Six-Eared Macaque dragged the Golden Cudgel along the ground as he slowly approached Sun Wukong. His swaggering gait was that of a complete victor.
As Six-Eared Macaque slowly approached Sun Wukong, he spoke with the bearing of a winner. "Sun Wukong, you have lost."
"There is only one Sun Wukong left in this world. And that Sun Wukong is me!"
"Sun Wukong, die!"
"I will remember you. I will remember that there were once two Sun Wukongs in these Three Realms, but in the end, one Sun Wukong was beaten to death by me, Old Sun."
Six-Eared Macaque appeared before Sun Wukong and raised the Golden Cudgel, about to smash it down upon Sun Wukong's forehead.
If this strike landed, Sun Wukong's head would be separated from his body, and his brains would burst apart like a smashed watermelon.
It was a horrifying sight, too awful to behold! Six-Eared Macaque could already see Sun Wukong's brains splattering and his head severed from his body. Then, this world would have only one Sun Wukong left.
At that thought, Six-Eared Macaque laughed.
He laughed wantonly. Victory was right before him, and neither his movements nor the cudgel in his hand hesitated in the slightest.
He viciously brought it down upon Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong was powerless to resist. Watching the cudgel descend, his face was filled with melancholy. He did not even blink.