It was truly brutal; the Senior Commander-in-Chief glared viciously at Sun Wukong and his companions.
Whether it was immortals fighting or mere mortals,
aiming for someone's lower back was absolutely the best way to infuriate the opponent.
The Senior Commander-in-Chief was now thoroughly enraged.
Murderous intent surged in his eyes, as flames seemed to burst from his gaze, wishing he could tear Sun Wukong to shreds.
Yet Sun Wukong remained calm and undaunted, looking the Senior Commander-in-Chief directly in the eye, he chuckled and said, "Your lower back isn't bad, I wonder if Old Sun has smashed it with this stick, tsk tsk tsk, it must hurt a lot."
Yang Jian looked on with an odd expression, surely the Senior Commander-in-Chief was about to die of anger now.
Sun Wukong had hit his lower back and spoken in such a manner, sarcastic and stabbing, it was too much for anyone to bear, even stirring an urge to dismantle Sun Wukong then and there.
