Sun Wukong shrugged his shoulders, smiling as he said, "Mainly because my brother is powerful and mighty, which scared them. Old Sun doesn't have such majesty."
Yang Jian glanced at Sun Wukong and said calmly, "Next time something like this happens, inform me immediately. I'm just short of opponents."
"Why don't we spar a few moves?"
Sun Wukong felt a bit eager, gazing at Yang Jian with a hint of battle intent in his eyes.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback, but he didn't oppose.
"No problem, let's have a match."
He also wanted to know to what extent Sun Wukong's strength had reached.
Although both had always said they were equally matched.
However, they had never truly fought each other before.
So neither of them knew for sure.
Boom.
At this moment, over the Southern Continent, a surge of sinister energy erupted, instantly bursting with a shocking resentment.
Sun Wukong and Yang Jian both turned around, looking in that direction, their eyes immediately becoming sharp.
