"Don't worry, Old Sun will just beat you up to vent my anger, definitely won't take your lives."
Sun Wukong split his lips into a vicious grin.
However, he thought to himself, Old Sun won't kill you, but someone else wants your lives—your awaited person of Destiny, the Master of Great Tribulation.
In an instant, Sun Wukong transformed into dozens of clones, each wielding an iron rod, charging forward.
"Watch the hit!"
Chen Sanzang had mentioned a quick resolution was needed, and that none of these Immortal baldy monks should escape, so Sun Wukong used all his might from the start.
After all, Chen Sanzang only said not to kill them. Well, then he'll beat these lackeys to cripples!
A bunch of Profound Immortals, True Immortals, and Golden Immortals—how could they be a match for Sun Wukong?
