Sun Wukong stepped forward two paces, standing proudly with a faint smile on his face. Although his aura was still that of a Demon Marshal, nothing about him seemed particularly remarkable. However, after the previous scene, no one dared to underestimate him anymore. Not just any Demon Marshal could nonchalantly wave their hand and send several peers, and even those a level higher in cultivation, flying through the air. Sun Wukong must have been hiding his true power!
"Ignorant fool! Elder Yang, Elder Duan, take him down for me!"
Duanmu Qi's face darkened. He pointed at Sun Wukong and yelled, being the third son of the Duanmu Clan used to throwing his weight around. To him, Sun Wukong was merely a guest elder invited by his elder brother, perhaps with some special skills; however, no matter how much he concealed his cultivation, it couldn't possibly exceed the level of a Demon Lord. With two Demon Lord-level guest elders on his side, how could they fail to handle him?
