The Heavenly Venerates in Three Pure Ones Hall did not care in the slightest how miserable Sun Wukong looked right now. All they knew was that Sun Wukong still had a trump card even Amitabha Buddha had not anticipated.
And this trump card had not come from the system. It was purely physical—no, purely spiritual.
Sun Wukong, holding Violet Fairy in his arms, had no idea that the Heavenly Venerates in Three Pure Ones Hall were still making jokes at his expense.
To be honest.
Holding Violet Fairy while dealing with this illusory steel fork was somewhat difficult for him.
In his eyes, the steel fork was nowhere near the quality of his As-You-Will Gold-Banded Staff. Yet even after imbuing it with all his strength, he still could not do anything to the steel fork.
As for becoming Sun Xingzhe, he had not done so yet.
He truly had no desire to pass judgment on a steel fork that was nothing at all.
This way, he might have looked cool, but it was genuinely uncomfortable.
The loss of his life-saving hairs had also brought him considerable pain, and it had already begun to affect him directly.
Fortunately, this pain had not come without gains.
As he continuously clashed with the steel fork, he finally realized who his enemy was.
Under normal circumstances, both sides in a magical duel had very clear goals.
Like those beings who had fought him before, Sun Wukong could discern their thoughts through the strikes of his Golden-Hooped Staff.
Yet when facing this steel fork, he felt nothing of the sort.
The longer it continued, the stronger that feeling became.
This was not the emotion Little White Dragon had mentioned, but a sensation.
Thus.
Sun Wukong realized that the one fighting him now should be the