Stalemate

"Hey, how dare you badmouth your Grandpa Sun!"

Sun Wukong, who was originally in the middle of an intense battle with Yang Jian, felt a bit uncomfortable when he saw the strange looks everyone was casting his way.

Sun Wukong was actually inferior to Yang Jian in terms of combat power.

Back during his rampage in the Heavenly Palace, Sun Wukong had been chased and beaten by Yang Jian. If his escape techniques hadn't been so troublesome to deal with, Yang Jian might have even killed him.

It was not that Sun Wukong's talent was lacking, but rather that the skills taught by their master had a rather severe bias.

The Seventy-Two Earthly Transformations and the Somersault Cloud basically possessed no combat capabilities.

Sun Wukong was also a poor pauper who could not pull a single magic treasure out from his entire body; facing enemies head-on, he had no other means besides swinging his bare stick.

Yang Jian possessed the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade for a weapon and the Heaven's Eye for a magic treasure, giving him an almost crushing advantage in frontal combat.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian had exchanged close to a few hundred moves, yet they could do nothing to each other by even the slightest fraction. The more they fought, the angrier and more impatient he became, and hearing Long Teng's words made him explode with rage.

He immediately abandoned Erlang Shen Yang Jian, turning into a streak of light that instantly appeared before Long Teng. "Hey! Taste this old Sun's rod."

For a moment, all the immortals wore speechlessly blank expressions.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian was originally a top-tier double agent, and seeing Sun Wukong about to attack Long Teng, the mysterious powerhouse who had suddenly appeared in the Heavenly Court, he was naturally happy to