Sun Wukong gazed at the figure, cold light flickering in his eyes.
With his Eyes of Golden Flame, he seemed to want to see right through the other's heart.
"Are you Old Sun? Then who am I?"
Sun Wukong asked with a cold smile.
"I am your future self, and also the self living in the past."
The being caught in Sun Wukong's hand spoke such words.
Sun Wukong's eyes flashed sharply, and he laughed coldly, saying, "Then let Old Sun put an end to myself."
He exerted force in his hand, and the creature exploded.
Sun Wukong laughed coldly that the opponent dared try to trick him.
It's just a demon, using some Divine Skills to project into his heart and affect his spirit, creating illusions, absurdly claiming to be his future self, laughable indeed.
However, a thought suddenly arose in his heart—will his own future truly be like that? Reduced to a mere wisp of soul?
With this thought, Sun Wukong shook his head, firmly believing his future wouldn't be so bleak.
