Heaven and earth grew dark and oppressive. Space froze, and even the birds soaring among the clouds hung motionless in midair.
An iron staff reached up to the heavens and down to the earth. Behind it stood a Great Ape with the Thirty-Three Heavens on his shoulders and the Netherdark beneath his feet. Gripping the staff, he swung once with savage force, shattering layer upon layer of space.
With a thunderous crash, lightning snakes spread across the entire arena and magma flowed. A scene of the Apocalypse had been dragged out of the small world and into Yinglong Tower.
One blow. That had been just one blow?!
The ugly, ferocious Sun Wukong from the Journey to the West: Conquering Demons World stared at the other "Sun Wukong," who had returned to his normal size and was strolling along with the Golden Cudgel across his shoulders. Bewilderment and blank disbelief showed through his fierce expression.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman, her black hair streaming in the wind, ran onto the arena and helped a man up. "Joker, are you all right?" she asked anxiously.
"Zixia, I'm fine. It's not like I can die."
The handsome young man lay on the ground, his face twisted in pain. With difficulty, he raised an iron staff and pointed it at Meng Qi. "You're already a Buddha, damn it! Why are you entering a Demon Race tournament?"
"Exactly! Have you no shame?" said a Nine-Tailed White Fox. She glanced ruefully at a hairline crack in her defensive Dharma Artifact, then timidly hopped off the arena.
"You should be glad you ran into me today, not that bald monk or that pig. Otherwise, you wouldn't even know how you died."
Meng Qi had taken an ape's form with the Seventy-Two Transformations, and his mannerisms had changed to