Crack! Puff!
Bones broke and blood mist sprayed simultaneously. Xing Pan, who had managed a sneak attack, was not about to let Emperor Wukong go. The Xingtian Hammer in his hand swept toward Emperor Wukong's head.
"You are Xing Pan…"
Emperor Wukong had just uttered these words when he felt a mottled Dao Rhythm surge into his Purple Mansion, merging with his own Great Dao Rhythm.
This oppressive Great Dao Rhythm was something Emperor Wukong had himself arranged to plot against Xing Pan, but now it was blasting into his own body, turning his face pale.
He had to escape quickly…
Emperor Wukong didn't even dare to counterattack. His essence blood and lifespan burning together, his body transformed into a shadowy figure that was about to disappear.
Boom! A muffled sound. Emperor Wukong fled extremely fast, yet he was still struck by the shadow of Xing Pan's Xingtian Hammer, shattering his internal organs and spewing out another blood arrow.
