Come Out and Fight Me One-on-One

Moreover, the aura emanating from Yang Jian and the pressure he exerted were no illusion.

It was an aura tempered through countless battles and the grinding passage of time, utterly different from those gods and immortals who relied on rank, magical treasures, or incense offerings to build themselves up.

Merely standing before him, Sun Wu Kong could feel his Primordial Spirit trembling. There was danger in it, but also the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

Yang Jian showed no reaction to Sun Wu Kong's praise. His face remained as cold and stern as ancient ice.

His deep eyes calmly watched Sun Wu Kong. The golden pattern between his brows remained restrained, yet it seemed to see through every illusion at all times.

"Cut the nonsense. I heard you took up the post of Bimawen. I came here to see whether you are qualified to hold that position!"

"Come out and fight me one-on-one!"

There was no explanation, no superfluous reason, and he did not even give Sun Wu Kong any room to refuse or think!

Before the words "one-on-one" had even faded—

Yang Jian's figure vanished from the Imperial Horse Stable without warning, as though he had teleported!

He had not ridden a cloud, nor used a flight technique. It was simply speed and spatial traversal taken to the absolute extreme!

Sun Wu Kong had not even seen how he moved. His vision blurred for an instant, and the other man's aura had already appeared in the depths of distant void, nearly beyond the usual boundaries of the Heavenly Court!

Sun Wu Kong stood there, stunned for a full two breaths.

Then an indescribable surge of absurdity, astonishment, and utterly ignited fighting spirit burst from his heart and shot straight to the crown of his head!

"One-on-one?! Hahaha!" Sun