His body was inverted, holding a long staff, and the staff head was propped against the dragon head of this enormous dragon boat.
In an instant, the weight of the staff head caused the entire dragon boat to tilt downward, and Fan Dongqing's form irresistibly slid towards Sun Wukong.
"What kind of monster is this?"
Fan Dongqing was shocked. He could not believe that such a large dragon boat could be lifted with just one staff!
Sun Wukong sat cross-legged, motionless atop the head of the Golden Cudgel. He tilted his head, and his pair of fiery eyes stared forward, a naked contempt and disdain in his eyes.
He simply waited quietly.
Waiting for Fan Dongqing to slide along the slanted deck towards him.
Fan Dongqing's face turned pale, staring blankly at the golden-haired, golden-crowned monster. He had never experienced such a moment of despair and fear in his life.
Even when facing Queen Bee Qiao, he never felt such oppression.
