As they were lamenting, Sun Wukong looked at Zhu Ganglie and said again, "But what of that?"
With that, Sun Wukong's aura unleashed fully, and his ferocious power surged to the heavens, tearing through the clouds, a colossal monkey phantom standing tall and mighty!
With pride, Sun Wukong declared, "I, the great Sun, born of the earth, completely alone, yet 'surrender' does not exist in my vocabulary! Even when facing the Heavens and the sacred mountains, I, the great Sun, have only one word—fight!
No matter if the skies collapse or the earth sinks, I, the great Sun, will not submit!"
A single cry of defiance, shaking the heavens and earth, echoed through the clouds!
Zhu Ganglie was stunned by Sun Wukong's aura, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.
Just then, a chicken leg fell out of Zhu Ganglie's mouth.
Zhu Ganglie, taken aback, looked up to see a bald man dressed in a kasaya, standing slowly against the backlight, his face softer than it has ever been.