The monkey and Gan Wu held Immortal Lord Cen He back, fighting with great difficulty.
Though the monkey from the Dragon Sleep Lesser World was hailed as the new generation's War God, and Gan Wu had even been granted the title Sword God by the Immortal Realm, if not for the white dragon's radiance eclipsing them, these two would certainly have been the Immortal Realm's most watched legends.
After all, they had entered the realm of the strong only a short time ago. Compared with old-established overlords, there was still a gap.
Fortunately, they did not need to defeat him—holding him back would suffice. The monkey and Gan Wu were fired up. Wielding the Sharp Sword Iron Rod personally forged by a true dragon, Divine Weapons against an Immortal Lord of Battle, they unleashed everything they had learned in their lives.
The road ahead had no end.
To go further, they could only be fearless.
Gan Wu's devotion to the sword had driven him to slaughter evil spirits and demons constantly in the mortal world. After ascending, he had killed until the Devil Race trembled in fear.
The monkey was absolutely the Immortal Realm's greatest wild oddity. He had comprehended countless artistic realms, amassed astonishing battle achievements, and wore a full set of top-tier divine gear and weapons.
Sword Qi was icy and biting. With a sword in hand, the Daoist disciple struck forth; shadows of iron rods overlapped, while the fierce baleful aura of the great demon revived the ancient desolate prestige.
Some muttered that the monkey had to be some kind of Ancient Desolate Remnant.
In truth, that particular monkey often said one thing: he was just a Wild Monkey.
Immortal Lord Cen He, entangled by them, flared with rage.
Forcibly holding back the monkey and Gan Wu