The son does not speak of eternity

I truly was the Great Sage Equalling Heaven and never changed;
Just like causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace, breaking through the spiritual firmament, my defiance undying.
I wish to be equal with heaven, an unconquerable being,
From now on, free and unfettered.
What I hate will eventually vanish like smoke and clouds;
What I protect will surely live on forever.

I am truly the Monkey King

XingDao thought that after the successful setup of the Sixth Grade Black Fire Formation, Hu Dadao would be shocked and panic-stricken.


But contrary to his expectations, Hu Dadao was far too calm.


"Alright, I'll tell you," Su Hang said with a smile, "I just wanted to see how a bunch of clowns would jump around before dying."


"Such ignorance breeds fearlessness. The Sixth Grade Black Fire Formation can exterminate cultivators at the Third Layer of the Mahayana Realm. Hu Dadao, what virtue or ability do you have to so brazenly scorn me?" XingDao sneered.


"Black Fire Formation is only considered inferior-grade among Sixth Grade Formations; many other formations of the same grade can surpass it, like this one..." Su Hang snapped his fingers with a "pop."


A purple, ghostly Formation screen formed on the periphery of the Black Fire Formation and simultaneously brought down hundreds of Nine Heavens Thunderbolts. In an instant, the Black Fire Formation crumbled to dust.


Chapter 77 Forty-nine Meters