But in the instant he hesitated, a tiny fissure appeared in the sky. Through it, churning purple lightning could be seen.
The Six-Eared Macaque nearly pissed himself on the spot. As an old monster who had survived since Ancient Times, he was all too familiar with that purple lightning.
That was fucking Violet Sky Divine Thunder, the Heavenly Dao's signature weapon!
He lacked Monkey Sun's unyielding backbone, so he immediately chickened out.
"Take it!" The Six-Eared Macaque hurled the staff straight at Shen Bing's head.
His plan was a good one. You want the staff? Fine, here it is. If you aren't strong enough and it crushes you to death, you can't blame me. Even the Heavenly Dao can't take its anger out on me for that, can it?
Yet a second later, he was utterly dumbstruck again.
Then he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The staff that served as his life-bound Immortal Artifact had suddenly vanished halfway through the air.
Yes, it had simply vanished. He could no longer even sense it.
That was his life-bound Immortal Artifact, fused with his demon soul. Unless someone possessed a Great Divine Ability, taking it would be pointless; he could recall it with a single thought. And even someone with a Great Divine Ability, such as the Three Pure Dao Ancestors, would need at least six months to a year to completely erase the demon spirit imprint on the Immortal Artifact.
That mouthful of blood had partly come from shock, but the main reason was that the sudden severing of his connection to his life-bound Immortal Artifact had damaged his very foundation.
His mind churned in turmoil. Just what kind of mighty figure had I offended? Could he be the reincarnation of the great god Pangu?
*But why the hell had