He shattered the South Night Star, then broke the Wují Dao Ancestor in half at the waist, immediately followed by smashing a saint's physical body to pieces with his staff!
Sun Wukong terrorized the entire microcosm, sending chills down the spines of all living beings who witnessed it.
As Sun Wukong's demon energy grew increasingly terrifying, the microcosm's fluctuations became more violent, seeming as if it would shatter at any moment.
Faced with the torrential magic of three saints, Sun Wukong seemed utterly insignificant, yet his aura was in no way inferior.
"Ha! I will beat you to death!"
Sun Wukong said with a sinister laugh, somersaulting over the magic torrent; he swung his Chaos Purple Gold Staff with such force that it lengthened like the Ruyi Golden Staff, as if a heavenly pillar was crashing down.
It was too fast; the three saints couldn't react in time and their bodies were smashed to pieces by the sweeping Chaos Purple Gold Staff.
