"Doomed to eternal damnation?"
South Night Star's twisted face was filled with rage. As one of the Nine Saint Lords, who dared to condemn him to eternal damnation?
Especially in front of this vast assembly. If he didn't kill Sun Wukong, where would he place his dignity?
The distance between the two was several hundred million li, a trivial span for them.
Almost as soon as the words left Sun Wukong's mouth, they were about to clash.
Sun Wukong, with one hand, lifted the Chaos Purple Gold Rod and swung it down mightily. South Night Star, refusing to show weakness, used all his strength to slash with his sword.
Clang—
The Chaos Purple Gold Rod clashed with the White Bone Knife, exploding like the Primordial Chaos. The sound pierced the eardrums of many beings, all of whom nervously watched the collision between the two peerless powerful beings.
Then, South Night Star was sent flying backward, vomiting blood from Sun Wukong's strike.
