"Damn it! How can Sun Wukong's Qi-Blood be so formidable? No wonder, no wonder he could defeat Yuan Du, the Toxic General!"
Yuan Bing, the Cold General, gritted her silver teeth. After this clash with the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, her Qi-Blood was in turmoil, her chest increasingly suffocated, with a faint urge to spit blood.
Sun Wukong's strength doesn't seem like it belongs to a demon at the Domain Marshal Realm; even a Domain King might not possess such power and speed!
This guy is simply a monster!
A trace of fear emerged in Yuan Bing's heart. Sun Wukong seemed like a Bottomless Pit, unfathomable, and she couldn't discern his limits. If it weren't a life-and-death duel, she would have conceded without hesitation.
"Should I really use that move?"
