Doomed beyond redemption?
Nan Yexing's twisted face was filled with fury. As one of the Nine Saint Monarchs, who would dare condemn him to eternal damnation?
And in full view of everyone, no less. If he did not kill Sun Wukong, where would he put his pride?
The two were hundreds of millions of miles apart, but to them, that distance was negligible.
Almost the instant Sun Wukong finished speaking, they were about to collide.
Sun Wukong raised the Chaos Purple Gold Rod in one hand and smashed it down. Nan Yexing refused to yield, swinging his blade with all his strength to meet it.
Clang—
The Chaos Purple Gold Rod collided with the white bone blade like a primordial explosion. The sound ruptured the eardrums of countless beings, and every living creature watched the clash between the two peerless experts with bated breath.
Nan Yexing was sent flying backward, vomiting blood from a single blow of Sun Wukong's rod.
The two seemed to exist on entirely different levels. Sun Wukong's strength was clearly far greater than Nan Yexing's.
As he flew backward, Nan Yexing's mind shook violently, and he kept crying out, "How is this possible..."
He might not have been a body cultivator, but his strength was not weak. Besides, Sun Wukong was at the Saint Realm Perfected, and so was he!
At the same realm, he was actually no match for his opponent.
All the spectators widened their eyes. Even the many experts before the temporal rift were stunned, and the Saints were especially flabbergasted.
"Isn't that Nan Yexing? He was actually injured!"
"Hiss—where did this Demon Monkey come from? Does the demon race have someone this powerful?"
"What is going on? Not only the Saint Gate, but even Nan Yexing has been dragged in."
"There is