Sun Wukong's Golden Cudgel carried terrifying force as it sent Jiao Mowang flying more than a hundred miles away.
"Hehehe, Brother Jiao, don't be so stubborn. Old Sun merely wanted to borrow a few fruits. I've offended you today, but we'll drink together sometime. Your little brother will apologize properly then."
Jiao Mowang pushed himself up, his tone icy. "You monkey, today I'll let you see the magical treasure in my hand."
As he spread open his palm, a silver needle radiating a sharp aura slowly enlarged, soon turning into an awl.
Sun Wukong merely glanced at it and felt a stabbing pain in his head.
This divine artifact had naturally been lent to Jiao Mowang by Xiao Zhen. Though it was only one step away from becoming a top-grade immortal artifact, it was still inferior to the Golden Cudgel in the Monkey King's hand.
However, this magical treasure was a relatively rare soul-type attacking weapon, specifically designed to strike at others' souls.
If an ordinary Golden Immortal were struck by it, their soul would be heavily injured at best and shattered at worst. It was an exceedingly vicious weapon.
Though Sun Wukong's physical body was powerful, he had plenty of weaknesses. For instance, Yellow Wind Demon's wind-and-sand divine ability could restrain him.
Likewise, the Monkey King's soul was also a weakness, and the Soul Extinguishing Needle had been prepared precisely to deal with him.
Jiao Mowang laughed mockingly. "Monkey, if you can emerge unscathed beneath my magical treasure, then take all the immortal herbs in the medicine garden you want. I will never stop you!"
As magic power poured into the Soul Extinguishing Needle, it was clearly primed and ready to fire.
Sun Wukong felt his heart go cold and instinctively flew backward.
The sound of something slicing through