Seeing that Haotian God had blown up his own clone, Sun Wukong looked disappointed.
He originally wanted to hit a few more times, as it would be a good way to vent his anger.
As it turned out, Haotian God simply abandoned his clone, refusing to let Sun do so.
Feeling frustrated and a bit regretful, he thought he should have struck a few more blows earlier.
If there's a chance like this in the future, he must not waste time on unnecessary words.
Thinking of this, Sun Wukong's face lit up with a smile.
He was sure that Haotian God's mood couldn't be any better now.
Beyond the Three Realms, in a mysterious and terrifying place.
Haotian God suddenly turned around, looking towards the direction of the Three Realms with eyes as cold as ice, full of intense killing intent.
"Sun Wukong, you truly deserve to die."
This was Haotian God's true form, and he was filled with rage, really wanting to go back and kill.
