"I, old Sun, refuse!"
Sun Wukong glanced sideways at Cold General Yuan Bing, and without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and refused, while continuing to stride forward.
"Stop right there!"
Cold General Yuan Bing was furious and could no longer hold back, fiercely thrusting the silver spear in her hand towards Sun Wukong's back, "You arrogant fellow, stop for me!"
Swish!
Sun Wukong, as if he had eyes on his back, swayed slightly and avoided Yuan Bing's attack. He stepped aside and spun around, casually slapping the silver spear. Cold General Yuan Bing only felt a great force pressing on the weak point of the spear, almost causing her to stagger. A flash of shock crossed her eyes.
Her thrust was not casually released; it contained countless follow-ups, confident that no matter how Sun Wukong dodged, she could trap him in endless spear attacks. Yet Sun Wukong had broken her spear technique with just a casual slap!
"Eh?"
