Clang—
As rod and sword collided, Sun Wukong struck Su Fei He so hard that his legs buckled and he dropped to his knees, shattering the ground beneath them and making the entire giant island of the Su Di Sect tremble violently.
Raging winds swept in every direction, sending the Su Di Sect's elders and deacons retreating in panic. The disciples below were tossed over like waves, creating an incomparably spectacular sight.
"This power..."
Su Fei He was so frightened that his soul nearly scattered. His arms had gone numb, and his body no longer seemed to belong to him.
Sun Wukong stared down at him with a ferocious expression and said coldly, "You've got some skill, brat!"
As he spoke, he suddenly exerted more force. Su Fei He felt an irresistible force crash down upon him. His arms instantly burst apart, the sword in his hand was knocked away by the Chaos Purple Gold Rod, and his body flew uncontrollably backward, slamming into the statue of Su Di with a bang.
The hundred-thousand-zhang-tall statue of Su Di trembled slightly. Yan Nu struggled to raise his head. Seeing Su Fei He in such a miserable state, blood streaming from both shoulders, he could not help but grin.
"You traitor... you deserve to die!"
Yan Nu glared at Su Fei He, his voice filled with killing intent.
Su Fei He's attention was entirely occupied by Sun Wukong. How could he spare any thought for Yan Nu? He struggled to his feet, looked at Sun Wukong, and hurriedly said, "Great Sage Equal to Heaven! You are a Great Sage, after all. Why must you be so crude?"
Qin Jun laughed, as did the other gods and demons. Even Lin Yuqi was speechless.
Was this the Sect Master of the Su Di Sect?