Chapter 740

"If I'm dying, you're coming with me—Old Sun won't go alone!"

Knowing he could not escape, Sun Wukong sank into despair, and this despair transformed into murderous intent toward the fake Sun Wukong.

Clutching the Ruyi Jingu Bang in both hands, Sun Wukong swung it straight at the fake Sun Wukong's head.

At this point, Sun Wukong no longer cared about life or death; his mind held only one thought: to take the fake Sun Wukong down with him.

Disregarding life and death, he unleashed his full strength, determined to perish alongside the fake Sun Wukong.

This thought made Sun Wukong's consciousness utterly pure.

Fearless of life and death, his affinity with the Dao of Battle surged dramatically.

Between life and death lies great terror—and great opportunity.

Facing the threat of death hardened Sun Wukong's will.

The thought of mutual destruction made Sun Wukong's battle intent unbearably intense.

At this moment, Sun Wukong's battle intent began climbing at rocket speed.

The rocket-like surge in battle intent was precisely what Luo Fu wanted.

But the cost to achieve this outcome was far too horrific.

Puch!

Puch!

Two sounds of flesh and bone tearing rang out, one after the other.

The fake Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang struck first, slamming into Sun Wukong's skull with immense force—his head exploded like a watermelon, brains spraying everywhere.

Immediately after, Sun Wukong's own Ruyi Jingu Bang, driven by momentum, continued its arc and slammed into the fake Sun Wukong's head.

Just like Sun Wukong, the fake Sun Wukong's skull burst open like a watermelon.

"Sun Wukong!"

Seeing this outcome, Xingtian could not help but cry out.

He had not expected that upon entering the Blood War Road, after only his first battle, Sun Wukong's head had been instantly shattered.

From Xingtian's perspective, it was clear: Sun Wukong had not only had his head shattered, but his Primordial Spirit had also been obliterated by a single blow of the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

With the Primordial Spirit shattered, death was nearly certain without external intervention.

Under these circumstances, according to Luo Fu's earlier words, Sun Wukong was destined to perish.

"Relax—Sun Wukong won't die."

At that moment, Luo Fu's cold voice echoed again in Xingtian's mind.

Luo Fu's past demeanor and his current one intertwined, leaving Xingtian utterly confused about his true intentions.

This was Xingtian's second time meeting Luo Fu, and Luo Fu had always appeared profoundly mysterious—so Xingtian had no idea what his true nature truly was.

The Wu Clan had always been straightforward, and Xingtian was no different.

If he could not understand what Luo Fu intended, he would simply ask.

But before Xingtian could speak, sudden changes erupted on the arena.

Shu!

A streak of light rose from the arena.

Instantly, time on the arena reversed like a rewind, flowing backward relentlessly.

It halted only when it returned to the moment Sun Wukong's body had stiffened, and the fake Sun Wukong had just launched his attack.

Then, the past unfolded like a vision, appearing directly before Xingtian and Luo Fu.

In other words, the outcome of Sun Wukong and the fake Sun Wukong perishing together had been erased by Luo Fu—time had now returned to the moment just before their mutual destruction.

Sun Wukong, who had already died, was pulled directly from time by Luo Fu.

Seeing this, Xingtian's eyes held no shock—only confusion.

He could not understand what Luo Fu was trying to accomplish.

If Luo Fu truly wished to save Sun Wukong with time reversal, he should have rewound to an earlier moment.

At this current point, Sun Wukong would still be forced into mutual destruction with the fake Sun Wukong.

As Xingtian puzzled over this, time resumed its flow—a shadowy light detached from the dead Sun Wukong, traveled through time, and entered the body of the still-living Sun Wukong.

Instantly, Sun Wukong's battle intent surged.

The increase was roughly half of what it had been just before his death.

Sun Wukong remained completely unaware—he still thought and felt exactly as before, desperately trying to break free from his stiffness.

His battle intent continued rising, mirroring his unchanged mindset.

This sight left Xingtian stunned—he simply could not comprehend what was happening.

Why, after time had reversed, had Sun Wukong's battle intent also returned to the past?

This change was like planting a fruit tree and immediately eating its fruit.

The result had appeared before the cause had even occurred.

It was utterly beyond normal understanding.

"Master Luo Fu, what technique is this?"

Xingtian could not help but ask.