Above Yellow Wind Ridge, the Demon King calling himself Bate radiated the imposing aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
His face still bore an arrogant smile.
Even after hearing Tang Sanzang's threat, he responded with outright disdain.
"Hahahahaha, what a joke. Deliver me?"
"Just you, a bald monk?"
With his arms folded, he looked down coldly at Sun Wukong and the others.
The contempt in his eyes was almost tangible.
Watching the live broadcast, Li Yuan could not help sighing.
"Holy crap, worthy of a battle race. He's got something."
Before his voice faded, his figure suddenly vanished from where he stood!
Even Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes could only catch a few afterimages. Gripping the Golden Staff, he shouted.
"So fast!"
"Old Tang, be careful!"
Unexpectedly, Bate's target had never been Tang Sanzang.
All his hostility was focused on Sun Wukong as he let out a roar.
Bate's voice sounded beside Sun Wukong's ear like a ghost.
"There's an aura on you that feels familiar to me... and disgusting!"
The next instant, a massive fist came crashing in, carrying the force to tear apart space itself.
Without hesitation, Sun Wukong swung his Golden Staff and held it horizontally before his chest to block.
Clang—!!!
With a deafening boom, Sun Wukong felt an overwhelming force crash into him.
It was as though he had been struck by a star, and he was instantly sent flying backward.
He slammed viciously into the mountainside of Yellow Wind Ridge, leaving behind a massive human-shaped crater!
Zhu Tianpeng and Ao Lie were horrified by the sight and could not help crying out.
"Wukong!"
Seeing this, Bate continued to sneer wildly.
"I thought you were something fierce. Turns out you're just a weakling who can't take a hit."
But the moment those arrogant words