Sun Wukong's aura shield in hand was as thin as a sheet of paper.
Yet when the Jade Emperor and Buddha joined forces, a thousand divine skills and ten thousand assaults failed to breach it.
"Could it be a draw?"
Samantabhadra, frowning in the distance, inquired.
"It's definitely not a draw."
Lingji Bodhisattva spoke: "Sun Wukong still has one hand unused, he hasn't forgotten; he'll surely use it later."
It seemed as if Wukong had heard this voice, as he glanced in the direction of Lingji Bodhisattva.
Samantabhadra felt an ominous premonition, and sure enough, he saw Wukong take out his other hand.
"Lingji!"
Amidst Samantabhadra's roar, Wukong's hand, aglow with boundless radiance, struck down towards Buddha and the Jade Emperor.
The hand did not seem like just a hand; it was more like a colossal Star River descending from the heavens, its presence extraordinary and breath-taking.
