"Sun Wukong, you're doomed! No one can save you today!"
War God Mo Sha looked at Sun Wukong with a face full of killing intent, black demonic qi swirling all over his body.
"Am I doomed? How will I die? Tell me, let me see if I can help make it happen."
Sun Wukong wore a look of mockery, showing no fear of War God Mo Sha's threat.
Many have wanted to kill me, Old Sun; you're not the first, nor will you be the last. Why talk big?
"Sharp-tongued! Prepare to die!"
War God Mo Sha roared furiously, pouncing forward like lightning, his black heavy sword slashing down at Sun Wukong, with not much less force than his previous strike.
"Wukong, watch out!"
"Don't take it head-on! Dodge quickly!"
The Hong Jun Daoist Ancestor and the others shouted, but Sun Wukong showed no intention of retreating. He swung the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod to block the black heavy sword.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion sounded, waves of terrifying strength spread, and a bright light burst forth.
