With just one move, the six saints were struck and sent flying, powerless to retaliate.
The crowd of demons watching in silence fell into disbelief, looking at Sun Wukong with fear in their hearts, no longer daring to underestimate him.
What wild monkey, all nonsense—that is the true mark of a Demon Saint.
The old saint is powerful, yet he too could not withstand a single move; such a being deserves the seat, does he not?
Impressive!
In almost an instant, the majority of the Demon Clan's attitude toward Sun Wukong shifted, becoming more respectful and more in awe.
Of course, there were also those who disliked him, primarily from the old saint's faction within the Demon Clan.
Keep in mind, the old saint represents their interests—if his reputation is damaged, their benefits diminish; it would be odd for them to feel fond of Sun Wukong.
"This monkey sure made a move there, establishing his might and earning acclaim in one fell swoop!" Gao Zhen uttered to himself.