"Your Grandpa Sun!"
A rebellious and defiant voice rose, and the one holding the Golden Hooped Iron Rod with a playful and unrestrained smile was none other than Sun Wukong, wasn't it?
"Sun Wukong? It's you, the Demon Monkey!"
The Real Man of Jade Cauldron's expression darkened as he stared coldly at Sun Wukong, "This is a grudge between me and Zhao Gongming. Why do you interfere?"
If it were anyone else, the Real Man of Jade Cauldron wouldn't bother with words and would directly strike with his sword, relying on the unmatched sharpness of the Sword of Trapping Immortals. Who would dare confront it?
But the situation was different with Sun Wukong!
