Can’t Even Be a Son

When the Blood-Pulse Sutra reversed, it became the Xuan Yellow Sutra. As the Six-Eared Macaque jumped in front of him, Han Sen threw forth a slap. The Xuan Yellow Sutra's power smacked into the Six-Eared Macaque.

The Six-Eared Macaque was deified, and Han Sen wasn't being supported by any treasures. In the eyes of the monkey, he was a barebones half-deified. The monkey didn't bother dodging Han Sen's strike, and so Han Sen's attack swept over it. The monkey had become too eager with the thought of tearing Han Sen to pieces.

But when the Xuan Yellow Sutra's power came upon it, the Six-Eared Macaque's body shook. Its blood-pulse reversed, and its power just disappeared. Its body and fur were changing, shriveling as if it was dying.

"What is going on here..." The Six-Eared Macaque saw its body withering away, more and more. It looked horrified.

Han Sen didn't answer. He calmly looked upon the Six-Eared Macaque.