But it was blocked by an outstretched hand, covered in gray fur.
He couldn't help but look in surprise at the owner of this arm—Wu Monkey King.
Bam!
The golden-black Ruyi Stick was heavily inserted into the steps.
In the next moment, the Wu Monkey King, as thin as an old monk, calmly gazed at the phantom of the wooden hairpin approaching and clapped his hands together!
"Amitabha!"
With the sound of a Buddha name, Wu Monkey King rapidly inflated like a balloon, transforming into a towering Buddha figure, three heads, six arms, muscular and strong, glaring fiercely, holding a treasure tower and mallet, forming mudras and chanting sutras.
The Brahma sound reverberation, the two Buddha's Hands wrapped in sutras forcefully held up the incoming wooden hairpin phantom!
In a daze, as if lifting a mountain.
Then, in the stunned and horrified gaze of the first wave of cultivators, Wu Monkey King's mudra-making palms also slammed towards the wooden hairpin phantom!
Crack!
