The black halberd descended like a black flood dragon, madly charging forward.
The opponent's strength was formidable, even among the supreme beings, he was outstanding.
Moreover, facing Sun Wukong, he was full of confidence.
No matter what, Meng Tianhuo did not believe that a mere Great Heavenly Venerate had the power to defeat him.
Therefore, while he was cautious, he didn't take it too seriously.
Meng Tianhuo contemplated to what extent he should severely injure Sun Wukong, so as not to anger the other two individuals alongside him.
He wasn't afraid of the Queen Mother and felt their strength was comparable.
However, when facing the Eastern King, Meng Tianhuo felt a deep-seated trepidation.
That feeling was akin to facing an ancestral presence.
He believed the man before him might be at a level similar to an ancestor.
Confronted by Meng Tianhuo's strike, Sun Wukong brandished the Jingu Bang, and as it swept against the wind, he directly swung it out.
