Ye Chen awoke to a deafening roar. He opened his eyes and saw Sun Wukong pointing at the sky and cursing. For some reason, after knocking Ye Chen unconscious, the monkey hadn't flown straight to the Heavenly Court.
"Tathagata! If you've got the guts, come down and fight me, Old Sun!" Sun Wukong roared toward the west. But this time, not a trace of light appeared on the horizon.
The sky remained murky gray, dark clouds churning in the gale that whipped Ye Chen's clothes. He sat up and touched the corner of his mouth, finding it covered in blood.
His chest had caved in again. Sun Wukong's punch had badly damaged Ye Chen's body, which was now rapidly repairing the injuries.
"Monkey, stop yelling." Ye Chen's voice was quiet, but how keen were Sun Wukong's ears? He'd heard Ye Chen sit up, but simply couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him.
"Don't go looking for death." Sun Wukong stopped cursing, glanced back at Ye Chen, and spoke slowly. Ye Chen knew Sun Wukong didn't consider him worth a second thought.
"You can yell all you like; Tathagata won't come. But you went against his wishes and killed Tang Sanzang. I'm sure he'll find some way to punish you." As he spoke, Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Enough of your prattle!" Sun Wukong cursed, and the world shuddered once more. The moment he finished speaking, the Golden Cudgel in his hand came crashing down toward Ye Chen.
Ye Chen was powerless to resist. All he could do was watch the Golden Cudgel grow larger and larger, then slam into him with brutal force.
Though Ye Chen still had the enormous body of Dharma Appearance Heaven and Earth, his strength and defenses had both fallen far