Sun Wukong's Miserable Defeat!

Demonic qi surged as demonic flames burned.

Nezha's Law, Heaven, and Earth was even more terrifying than Sun Wukong's. Wind Fire Wheels gleamed beneath his feet, while all six of his arms held treasures such as flaming spears and the Heaven-Shaking Bow, making him look incomparably imposing.

A peak Golden Immortal of Grand Dao against a mid-stage Golden Immortal of Grand Dao—the advantage needed no explanation.

"Stand down. Let me have a fight with this Monkey Sun!"

Nezha looked at the Three-Headed Flood Dragon and the others as he spoke softly.

After bowing to Nezha, they all left the center of the battlefield and returned behind Yang Jian.

"You're Nezha?"

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart trembling faintly.

There was both reverence and excitement.

He had heard of Nezha's deeds before. Someone who could carve out his bones to return to his father and cut off his flesh to return to his mother was indeed worthy of the Handsome Monkey King's respect.

But now, Nezha stood against him. He was his enemy.

Only when he truly faced Nezha, with his three heads, six arms, and immensely powerful treasures, did Sun Wukong understand the oppressive force of the Great God of the Three Altars.

Treasures such as the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover and the Li Fire Divine Furnace were no weaker than his Ruyi Golden Hoop, perhaps even stronger.

This battle had been unequal from the very beginning.

"I am Nezha, whose might shakes the Primordial Three Realms. Your temperament is somewhat like mine, Monkey Sun, but wreaking havoc in the Dragon Palace and committing so many sins was your mistake."

"If you kneel and kowtow, then call me Grandpa Nezha, I'll lend you a hand and turn around to attack Ling Jing and the others. What do