Xuan Ling, whose golden robe still bore traces of dust from her previous duel, tightened her grip on the shaft of her ebony spear. Her breathing was ragged, not because of fatigue, but because of a cold fury that boiled in her veins.
Sun Wukong spun his staff between his fingers with casualness, before planting it again into the cracked ground. He observed the young woman with a smile that hid nothing of his contempt.
" So little one... it seems you are the best thing this generation of wimps has to offer ? " launched Wukong, his voice resounding with an arrogance that made the Elders seated on the platforms grind their teeth.
Ling'er narrowed her golden eyes, her Qi beginning to swirl around her silhouette with increasing intensity. " You should watch your words. Just because you are an Overlord doesn't mean I will let you insult my family and the sect without reacting. "
Wukong burst into a thunderous laugh, scratching his cheek with a sharp nail.
