"If you want to harm my brothers, you have to ask for my permission first!"
The Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod in Sun Wukong's hand pointed towards Batian, his eyes cold, exuding a fierce battle intent from head to toe.
Clearly, if Batian still intends to attack Shen Lang, he won't hold back!
"So, you're Shen's helper! Hmph!"
Batian had already seen that Sun Wukong's cultivation was at the Late Stage of the Saint Divine Realm, but he wasn't the least bit panicked.
In this Primordial Secret Realm, there were quite a few strong individuals at the Late Stage of the Saint Divine Realm, and not a few have perished across the three continents before.
It's nothing to worry about!
"Shen, do you think that having a helper means I can't deal with you today? You bastard, you trapped me in the Thunder Continent, almost getting me killed by the Law Thunder! You're definitely going to pay double today!"
"Those who block me will die!"
