The Truth of the Heavenly Dao

The Six-Eared Macaque's expression darkened slightly. Its brow furrowed, and a trace of hesitation flickered through its eyes.

Yes, it hesitated, considering whether it should continue the battle.

Clang—!

The Wuya Sword cleaved down, and the golden staff in the monkey's hand shuddered violently, its ringing deafening!

The monkey was shaken, its fury soaring to the heavens. Blood actually flowed from the web of its hand gripping the staff. This was the first time it had been wounded again after countless years of battle. It had been far too long, yet every opponent who had ever injured it had been immensely powerful—not some insignificant figure like Chen Fan.

This infuriated the monkey. It had clearly intended to call a truce and spare Chen Fan's life for now, yet Chen Fan instead refused to stop until one of them died. It too wanted to fight Chen Fan to the death, but it was wary. This battle was anything but simple. Even if it won, it would suffer grave injuries, which would be detrimental to its future plans. Perhaps even all it had painstakingly worked for over the years would go to waste.

The monkey seemed to have fallen into the same predicament Chen Fan had faced earlier. Yet Chen Fan had easily walked out of it, because he carried little burden. The monkey, however, could not escape so easily. What it bore had consumed thousands of years of its life; it could not simply cast it aside.

Boom—!

The two clashed their arts once more. As their Dao Essences contended, all that remained was a direct contest of techniques. Chen Fan gripped the Wuya Sword tightly, his Nine Palaces Footwork unfolding beneath his feet with utmost brilliance as he gradually entered a state where his battle intent reached its peak.

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