The brilliance faded completely, and even the moonlight seemed to dim significantly.
An Yang still hovered in the air in the exact same spot, holding the banner in one hand with the other hand placed behind his back.
Sun Wukong, who had just violently flown upward, was knocked back down to the ground. He bent forward slightly, maintaining the posture of throwing a punch, and stood completely motionless!
Suddenly, he raised his head, and the two of them locked gazes.
One pair of eyes was scarlet, radiating a fierce glare!
The other pair of eyes was calm, looking on with detachment!
Sun Wukong revealed a sinister smile which, combined with his wrinkle-covered monkey face, appeared even uglier. "Hehe, finally a decent fighter showed up!"
An Yang looked down at him and said, "Great Sage, in a state like this, how could you possibly fight the Buddha to the death?"
Sun Wukong sneered. "Then if you've got the guts, stop hiding your hand behind your back!"
An Yang showed a helpless expression and withdrew his hand.
His fist was completely red. Although it was uninjured and rapidly recovering, it was still trembling slightly.
"Great Sage, let's stop fighting."
"You say we stop, so we stop? Who do you think you are?"
"..." An Yang was helpless. "Great Sage, all things considered, what percentage of a chance do you think you have against the Buddha right now?"
"None of your damn business!"
"..."
An Yang had already experienced the monkey's terrifying strength, but what struck him even deeper was his ruthlessness! The monkey's punch just now was definitely aimed at killing him instantly, which was why he used so much force—his own hand had been directly shattered!
It looked like he had been more composed and seemed to have the upper hand,