"But... that still isn't enough!"
Zhao Gongming had barely finished speaking.
He turned his palm over, and the divine whip appeared once more, shooting out dazzling divine radiance.
Then he swung the whip.
An exquisitely sharp crack exploded deep in everyone's ears like a thunderbolt tearing heaven and earth apart.
The sound was not loud, yet it could pierce metal and split stone, so sharp it seemed poised to rip a gash in the void itself.
Golden light burst forth, and divine radiance surged.
The Golden Whip in Zhao Gongming's hand abruptly transformed into a ferocious golden Flood Dragon. Bearing the overwhelming might of a peak quasi-saint, it pierced layer after layer of void and lashed down at Sun Wukong's head as swiftly as lightning!
Fast!
Too fast!
Sun Wukong had no time to react, much less think.
Instinctively, he could only summon his enormous black staff and hold it across his body.
He could only hope that the power of this chaos spirit treasure would block Zhao Gongming's blow.
The next instant!
Boom...
An immensely heavy explosion erupted.
The moment the Golden Whip collided with the enormous black staff, light a hundred times fiercer than the sun burst forth, illuminating the void for a thousand li around in a stark, deathly white.
A violent storm of energy swept in every direction. Mountains and rivers shattered, and the earth cracked. Even the beings watching from afar felt their blood churn under the shock waves and staggered backward again and again.
Sun Wukong felt an irresistible force travel through the staff, as though an ancient divine mountain had slammed into him head-on.
That force was tyrannical and brutal. It shook his arms numb, made his bones creak, and instantly split the webs between his thumbs and forefingers. Golden blood slid down