"What?"
Yuan Batian was shocked, Sun Wukong actually blocked it!
And he did it so effortlessly!
How could this be possible?
How could the Monkey Tribe have such powerful strength?
Aren't monkeys always relying on those useless tricks to maneuver around?
"I don't believe it! Break for me!"
In disbelief, Yuan Batian shouted loudly, channeling all his internal power, desperately trying to press down with his Wolf Fang Club to crush Sun Wukong.
No matter how much force he used, Sun Wukong just stood there casually, holding the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod with one hand to block his Wolf Fang Club without moving an inch.
"Got any strength left? If not, it's my turn now!"
The corners of Sun Wukong's mouth slightly curved upwards as he suddenly exerted force, lifting the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod. Yuan Batian only felt an overwhelming force coming from his Wolf Fang Club, and he was uncontrollably knocked into the sky.
"What?"
