Great Demon Sun Wukong

Madly fleeing, Sun Wukong had nearly exhausted all his strength. Finally, when he sensed no sounds pursuing him, he stopped. But the moment he stopped, he realized that he was alone, surrounded by pitch darkness, unable to see anything.

It seemed that in the midst of their frantic escape, the two had become separated. Truly, when it rains it pours; being alone in such a dangerous place was simply too stimulating. More importantly, Wukong’s strength was currently at the level of a Five Patterns Saint, in a place where the weakest were Supreme beings of the Seven Patterns level—this was no different than seeking death.

With his fiery eyes and golden pupils fully activated, he scanned the surroundings and, finding them seemingly safe without the presence of any soul beasts, he dared not wander. He quickly located a large tree and swiftly climbed up.

At that moment, Wukong suddenly wondered, how did those two massive pythons appear so abruptly? And twisted together, at that—could they have been fighting? But that didn’t seem right, because they quickly separated when they saw the two of them. If they were fighting, they wouldn’t have split apart instantly, right?

Shaking his head, he decided not to dwell on questions he couldn’t answer. He took a deep breath to calm his emotions. Despite his worry for Xi Zhao, attempting to search for him in such a dark environment was akin to suicide. He could only wait for daylight to return. Alas, his own strength was still insufficient.

Originally, he thought his frenzied strength improvement was enough to ensure his survival in this world. Yet, he never anticipated encountering soul beasts with Eight Patterns strength in a random forest. Could it be that there were many Supreme powerhouses in this world?

But then again, he reasoned, if he could increase his strength so rapidly within such a short period, others surely could as well. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Moreover, those who had lived in this world for longer would undoubtedly possess even more terrifying strength. Suddenly, Wukong felt that the lords of the one hundred and eight Outer Cities’ might was not as Xi Zhao had described; each person’s strength was likely between the Seven and Eight Patterns, if not reaching Nine, otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to govern such large cities.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Sun Wukong slowly entered a transcendent state. In this state, a person would be in a light sleep, able to rest yet wake instantly at the slightest disturbance.

However, the night passed remarkably peacefully, without incident.

When the first ray of light hit Sun Wukong’s face, he woke up. But the moment he opened his eyes, he broke out in a cold sweat. Less than half a meter from his face, a massive snake’s head hovered in mid-air.

Looking at the very distinct Eight Patterns, Wukong didn’t dare to move a muscle. Although he didn’t know why the python hadn’t attacked him while he was unconscious, he certainly wouldn’t believe that it had come to share breakfast with him in the early morning. Hmm, it was possible that it wanted to have him for breakfast.

So there they were, a pair of snake eyes staring at a pair of monkey eyes, beginning a standoff. Although Wukong wanted to smack it with a stele, on second thought, if even a Four Patterns Saint could barely withstand it, then an Eight Patterns Supreme would likely finish him off with one blow.

But, he couldn’t just keep still forever; who knew what the python was plotting? Was it possible that it had a fixed time for breakfast?

While Wukong was entertaining these random thoughts, he suddenly felt a gust of wind from behind. After fighting for his life in this forest for so long, he instantly realized why the python was holding out but not attacking.

It turned out that the python was keeping him in place while another silently circled around for a sneak attack. At that moment, Sun Wukong truly felt like crying without tears. Two Eight Patterns soul beasts against him, a mere Five Patterns Saint, and they still needed to be so cautious. They were giving him far too much credit. Find your next adventure on empire

While these thoughts flashed through his mind, all Wukong could do in reality was to instantly set the Jingu Bang upright behind him, and then he felt himself being struck by an unstoppable force and sent flying. But before he could adjust his position, he saw a very thick python tail whip towards him once again.

Without any suspense, Sun Wukong was sent flying once more, but his misfortune didn’t end there. The python that had launched the sneak attack from behind had already coiled itself around the tree, its tail flicking in eagerness.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong spat out a mouthful of blood in distress. On the one hand, the blow and the whip had already caused him internal injuries. On the other hand, he realized why the two pythons had formed a front-and-back encirclement: they were literally using him as a ball to kick around.

It turned out that they never intended to have him for breakfast, but rather to entertain themselves after breakfast!

Although a soul body is not physical, it would still bleed when injured—but such bleeding is the loss of highly concentrated soul power, lessening with every mouthful expelled.

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Although Sun Wukong was so angry that he wanted to go mad, there was nothing he could do. With each lash, the tremendous force that came through was something Sun Wukong simply couldn’t withstand. Despite having applied four Taoist Spells to himself after the initial sneak attack, under absolute power, they were useless.

Could it be that today was the day he would die? Could it be that even in this world, he couldn’t escape death? And to die in such a humiliating way?

Suddenly, a strong unwillingness to accept this fate surged up from Sun Wukong’s heart. Even if he were to die, he couldn’t die in such disgrace. He was the Great Sage Equalling Heaven! With this unwillingness and anger, Sun Wukong, after being lashed and sent flying once again, summoned all his strength to bring forth the World Suppressing Stele, making it over three meters tall.

With all his might, he barely managed to place the World Suppressing Stele at his side. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Sun Wukong saw the giant snake tail whipping towards him again.

Come on, lash out with all your might. Let’s see if your tail is tougher or my Heavenly Stele.

As expected, because Sun Wukong was moving so quickly through the air, the giant python couldn’t react in time and viciously lashed its tail onto the World Suppressing Stele!

As Sun Wukong was sent flying back again, the giant python suddenly let out a painful hiss. The other giant python, not understanding what was happening, thought Sun Wukong was attacking, so its tail suddenly shone with a dismal green light. Sun Wukong glanced over and knew it was over. That dismal green light was clearly venom, but he had no control over his body.

With no other option, he had to bring out the Five-Colored Divine Stone and the Zhen Yuan Bodhi Treasure Tree, not knowing if they would help, but it was better than waiting for death.

Then, the green-glowing tail lashed Sun Wukong’s body. Since this strike was made with the intent to kill, even with the protection of the World Suppressing Stele, Sun Wukong was almost split in two, with a massive wound like that made by a huge axe on his waist.

Moreover, after crashing to the ground, Sun Wukong felt both his legs were broken. Lying on the ground, he could only watch helplessly as that snake tail, sharp like a spear, pierced towards his skull.

This time, it seemed he would truly die.

However, just as the spear-like snake tail was only a meter away from him, and even as the sharp aura had already pierced Sun Wukong’s forehead, a large hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and firmly grasped the incoming tail.

"A mere Eight Patterns, daring to harm a member of the Demon Clan?"

A majestic, domineering voice that one could not resist resonated, and Sun Wukong suddenly felt very familiar with it. Then, the owner of the hand leaped up, still holding the python’s tail, and with a flex of his arms, he flung the giant python away.

With a ’boom’, the python smashed into a huge tree that would take several people to encircle. At that moment, the other giant python swiftly struck like a flash of lightning, its sharp fangs aiming straight for the man’s face.

But the man merely snorted coldly and pointed a finger, which prompted Sun Wukong to observe as a massive shadow of a finger formed with the man’s gesture and then collided with the giant python. Following another agonized shriek, the giant python lay dead.

One finger, killing an Eight Patterns Soul Beast.

Who was this person? That strength, it must be at the level of a Nine Patterns Supreme!

Between Eight Patterns and Nine Patterns, there lies an insurmountable chasm!

(Second release delivered.)

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