"Heh heh heh! Die, all of you!"
Sun Wukong cackled, his eyes emitting a frightening red glow. He swung the Chaos Purple-Gold Rod, shredding space and annihilating all laws.
No matter how the saints used their Divine Powers, they simply couldn't touch Sun Wukong.
Though he had succumbed to the demon within, Sun Wukong's combat instinct remained intact. Surrounded by numerous saints, he moved swiftly, and each swing of his rod meant the explosive destruction of a saint's physical body.
Sword Saint held his twin blades, watching Sun Wukong's ghost-like figure, his face covered in beads of cold sweat.
He was intimidated.
Sun Wukong was simply too strong. Even encircled by over a dozen saints, he rampaged like a tiger among sheep.
"If this continues… I might perish here…"
Sword Saint struggled internally. In the inner universe, he was considered a peer to the Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor, both revered as Sword Saints, both achieving their paths through slaughter.
