When Wukong revealed his true form, the Yellow-Browed Old Demon was startled and hurriedly reached for the Golden Cymbals. But how could he possibly be in time?
Wukong somersaulted onto a chair, dodging the grab, then drew the Golden Cudgel backhanded and struck.
The Yellow-Browed Old Demon had been drinking. He had neither a weapon in hand nor armor on his body-how could he block the blow? He could only tilt his head aside and take it squarely on his shoulder. The pain made him bare his teeth, his two yellow brows knotting together. He rolled onto the floor and hurried to flee.
Wukong laughed loudly. "Don't run, demon! Take another blow from your Grandpa Sun!" With that, he gave chase.
The two fought a fierce battle within the hall.
Wukong's Iron Staff unleashed its savage might, attacking front and rear, its blows hard to parry.
The demon king truly possessed great ability, enduring blows from left and right with nothing to shield him.
The Yellow-Browed Old Demon called for the little demons to help. None dared approach; they merely tossed weapons to him, calling, "Catch, Great King!"
The Yellow-Browed Old Demon caught a Nine-Ringed Broadsword and met the Golden Cudgel with it. The broadsword snapped into two pieces at once, and Wukong's staff struck his hand as well.
He caught a Green Dragon Crescent Blade next and parried the Golden Cudgel, only for one blow to break off the blade and strike his arm.
Then he caught a Fine-Steel Three-Pronged Fork and trapped the Golden Cudgel between its prongs. Though the two outer prongs caught it, the middle prong was smashed through, and the Golden Cudgel followed through, jabbing him in the ribs.
The Yellow-Browed Old Demon dared not parry again. Wounded, he could only flee, dodging around the