Sun Wukong turned his head and winked at Ma Muzhi. "Heh, little immortal official, Old Sun told you this hair would come in handy when it mattered! I didn't lie, did I? Haha!"
"You certainly didn't! Great Sage, your boundless kindness..." Ma Muzhi nodded repeatedly. "This humble official will remember it until his dying day!"
He had barely finished speaking.
The Roc Demon King and the Macaque King had been preparing to sneak around the flank and launch an ambush amid the confusion. They had only poked half their bodies out when a vast shadow fell over their heads.
Yang Jian had moved!
Seeing Sun Wukong steal all the limelight, the True Lord's competitive spirit flared.
The friendship they had forged during the Havoc in Heaven and the Journey to the West meant that whenever these two met, they always had to pit themselves against each other.
The monkey had sent the Flood Demon King flying with one kick. Naturally, the Justice Heavenly Deity could not fall behind.
Yang Jian snorted coldly and brought the back of his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd down through the air.
Thud!
Thud!
With two muffled impacts, the Roc Demon King and the Macaque King were smashed into the Tongtian River by a crushing blow.
And that was not the end of it.
Yang Jian stopped holding back, unleashing the overwhelming pressure of a Daluo Golden Immortal.
A fierce wind sprang up, and golden light blazed.
Standing on the Command Platform, Chen Wei bore the brunt of it. His black hair was blown into a tangled mess that plastered itself across his face.
His heart pounded like a drum, and unease prickled through him.
There was nothing wrong with two mighty beings secretly competing to put on the grander display, but why did it feel as