Sun Wukong swung the long stick, aiming a strike directly at Gouchen's head.
Even before it had closed in, Gouchen felt an onslaught like a scorching wave passing over, burning his skin painfully.
But he knew that Sun Wukong was injured, so he was not afraid at all, and from his heavy sword, flames steamed forth, bearing the brunt of the Jingu Bang's attack.
The clash of sword and stick was like thunder exploding, producing shockwaves that whipped up towering waves.
Ao Moang and the other dragon princes and grandchildren watching from a distance, were startled by this impressive spectacle, their eyes filled with horror.
"Can the Great Saint win?"
The dragon princes couldn't help asking.
"Hard to say..."
Ao Moang shook his head, eyes glued to the battlefield.
Sun Wukong's Jingu Bang was infinitely powerful, each swing like mountains and seas toppling.
