"Are you the Monkey King?" A calm and magnetic voice came from the horizon.
This man's face was as cold as ice, and his black eyes shot out with a terrifying coldness, carrying a domineering air that could not be ignored.
He was dressed in black armor and stood domineeringly above the clouds.
"I thought it was some great monster." He said coldly, expressionless, "I didn't expect it was just a little monkey."
Sun Wukong chuckled, "I never thought that the dignified Erlang Zhenjun should be extremely powerful, but he is just a pretty boy!"
After hearing this, his very cold black eyes narrowed.
"Say it again if you can."
I guess even gods sometimes have deaf ears, so it cooperated very well and said, "Erlang Shen, pretty boy!"
The next second, the silver-tipped halberd flew towards it.
So, Sun Wukong's disaster came.
Intent: One of the stories of the cold-blooded Erlang Shen.
