The gold giant rod had lost much of its power and, striking the cascading golden aura of the forty-nine storied pagoda, didn't even stir up the slightest ripple.
"Your Majesty, grievously wounded as you now are, do you still place your hopes on these half-hearted subordinates?"
Queen Mother Jiufeng coldly sneered, while casting a chilling gaze at Gouchen: "There are also some fools who insist on their futile resistance, stubborn to enlightenment. But can they truly defy the will of the Saint?"
With a raise of her hand, a small purple hammer blasted out from her sleeve. Gouchen's spirit was startled, and he immediately intercepted it with the Wind-Thunder Golden Rod.
As the hammer and rod clashed, Gouchen spat out blood, retreating a thousand zhang before steadying himself.