So, just because you saw where I aimed, you thought that was where I was going to strike?
How could that be possible?
After thousands of years spent in that pitch-black place, could the Great Sage really have failed to reflect on his own shortcomings?
Upright and unyielding—that was his defining trait, his pride.
But if that trait and pride could not serve a positive purpose in battle, why cling to them?
"Have you not heard that after three days apart, one should see another in a new light? Do you really think I'm still that same monkey from before? You think you can beat me so easily with just a clone? It's not that simple."
At the very instant the Great Sage was about to strike, he flicked his wrist, changing the thrust of his staff into a sweeping blow.
That strike smashed viciously into the Immortal King's Clone's waist.
A Divine Power Clone had no physical body, no flesh or blood.
That blow did not make him cough up blood or anything of the sort.
But it still depleted a considerable amount of the Divine Power Clone's strength.
Staggering, the Immortal King's Divine Power Clone had to exert tremendous effort before he could barely steady himself.
Slowly raising his head, the Immortal King's Clone fixed his gaze on Lin Yi.
He seemed able to see directly through Lin Yi's body to the Great Sage's true form.
Sure enough, this monkey had grown.
He had cast aside things he should not have insisted on. The present him had become even more perfect.
Though only a Remnant Soul remained of him and his strength was inferior to what it had been in life, he still gave the Immortal King this feeling.
"You should get lost while you still can. If