Chapter 412: 412.Chapter 412 Dance Illumination: Unexpectedly You Are So Strong

412. Chapter 412 Dance Illumination: Unexpectedly You Are So Strong

Sun Wukong heard Pan Zhen's words full of killing intent, kicked the Heavenly Extreme flying toward Pan Zhen, and shouted angrily:

"If we fight, we fight; today I will surely exterminate your Heavenly Dao, leaving not a scrap of armor!"

The Heavenly Extreme's body shot straight toward Pan Zhen.

Just as it was about to smash into Pan Zhen, Mao Shen beside him hauled his double hammers back into the An Wei Mian, leapt to catch the Heavenly Extreme, then passed it to the heavenly soldiers behind him.

However, the Heavenly Extreme's body was caught, but a drop of blood splashed onto Pan Zhen's face.

Pan Zhen wiped the blood from his face with his forefinger, his tiger eyes staring fixedly, as a flame suddenly appeared in his hand and evaporated the blood.

Next, Pan Zhen stared straight ahead and said in a deep voice:

"Mao Shen, Ju Ling Shen, cripple Sun Wukong!"

"Yes, Marshal Pan!"

"Yes, Marshal Pan!"

Ju Ling Shen and Mao Shen bowed to Pan Zhen, then stepped forward and descended to the square below.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Only two heavy thuds sounded; the square harder than steel was shattered under the bodies of Ju Ling Shen and Mao Shen as they landed, cracks spreading all around.

Sun Wukong still sat cross-legged on the bench, his Golden Hooped Rod resting on his shoulder, smacking his lips as he said:

"Tsk tsk... tsk tsk... Ju Ling Shen and Mao Shen, you two kids are really clueless; this square floor belongs to your Blazing Sun—do you think breaking it costs nothing to repair?"

Ju Ling Shen: "……"

Mao Shen: "………"

Mao Shen, not good with words, merely glared fiercely at Sun Wukong, gripping his double hammers tightly, ready to fight at any moment.

Ju Ling Shen, on the other hand, snorted coldly and shouted angrily:

"Sun Wukong, today is your day of death."

As his words fell, Ju Ling Shen gripped the iron shaft of his giant hammer and thrust it into the ground.

The next moment, cracks spread across the square, showing that this giant hammer possessed tremendous power and extremely strong attack force.

Just as the two were about to attack Sun Wukong, he shouted:

"Wait!"

Ju Ling Shen and Mao Shen, hearing this, paused temporarily; Ju Ling Shen further looked down at the seated Sun Wukong and said contemptuously:

"Sun Wukong, could it be that you're afraid?"

"If you are afraid, as long as you kneel and beg for mercy now, we can spare your monkey life, merely crippling your four limbs."

"Afraid?"

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow and said lightly:

"Your regent Pan Zhen hasn't made a move, yet he sends you two, the second of the Blazing Sun's Four Great Guardians, to fight me; if I fought you, wouldn't I be bullying you two?"

"To avoid bullying you two, I send our China's junior to fight you two, and he is only in his fifties."

"What, you're insulting us two!"

Ju Ling Shen and Mao Shen instantly felt that they two had been deeply insulted.

At the very least they are third-generation peak super warriors, moreover battle-hardened with great strength; even if Sun Wukong tried for a moment, he could not defeat the two of them.

And yet now they actually send a junior only in his fifties to fight them.

You should know that the two of them are old generals who have followed Pan Zhen in war for ten thousand years; over those years they have experienced countless battles, battle-hardened, and possess great strength.

And Sun Wukong actually pits a mere human in his fifties against the two of them.

Disgraceful, it's truly too disgraceful.

Sun Wukong looked at the two angry ones, smiled smugly, and said:

"Could it be that you two are afraid?"

"Afraid?"

Ju Ling Shen's body trembled, not even glancing at Qianxunji, and he said:

"Just a tiny mortal; I'll send him flying to the heavens with one hammer."

As his words fell, Ju Ling Shen raised his iron hammer, just as he was about to attack, Qianxunji's calm voice sounded:

"You two come at me together!"

"What?"

Ju Ling Shen looked at Qianxunji in disbelief, idly rubbing his ears as if he had misheard, then glanced at Mao Shen beside him, seeing that Mao Shen also wore a bewildered expression staring back at him.

"Haha... haha..."

Ju Ling Shen suddenly burst out laughing, looked down on Qianxunji with contempt, and said:

"What did you just say?"

Qianxunji stood straight with his hands behind his back, expressionless, and said:

"I said, trash, you two can attack together so as not to waste my time."

Ju Ling Shen heard Qianxunji's arrogantly extreme words and that overbearing expression, and his face suddenly turned solemn.

Because he saw that the person before him was not a fool; since he wasn't a fool yet shouted such wild words, it seemed he relied on his great strength.

However, no matter how strong, he could not be stronger than Sun Wukong; even toppling the sky, he is merely a third-generation super warrior.

Ju Ling Shen glanced at Mao Shen beside him and said:

"He might be a third-generation super warrior; since he seeks death, we two will exert our full power and strike to kill him in one blow!"

"Good!"

Mao God replied with a line, then tightened his grip on the twin hammers.

Blue divine energy surged from the twin hammers, dyeing them blue.

Giant Spirit God grasped a massive iron hammer; black yang energy suddenly manifested around his body, especially encircling the huge hammer the size of a millstone on the iron rod, forming swirling black vortices around him.

In the sky, Pan Zhen's tiger‑like eyes stared intently at the scene.

"Commander Pan, do you think the Giant Spirit God and the Mao God together could finish off this guy called Qianxunji in a single move?"

At that moment, a pleasant voice sounded a step behind Pan Zhen.

It turned out to be a beautiful girl dressed in a red long dress.

At the slit of the red dress, a snow‑white long leg was partially visible, and a glance seemed to make one become lost in it, unable to extricate oneself.

The form‑fitting red court dress perfectly revealed the girl's graceful figure.

Her chubby‑baby‑face was so beautiful—a plump, lovely girl, full of charm.

Yet the charming girl wore black‑rimmed glasses, her black hair tied in a ponytail, giving her face an unmistakably pure look.

The pure face, the alluring, voluptuous figure added points for the girl; if ten were perfect, she'd score twenty.

The girl is Wu Zhao, Leina's close childhood friend.

Her father had been Pan Zhen's capable war general, who died in a past war.

Wu Zhao not only was beautiful but also inherited her father's talent; under Pan Zhen's tutelage her strength became formidable, reaching the level of a Third-generation Super Warrior.

Pan Zhen listened to Wu Zhao's words, thought for a moment, and replied:

"Although this youngster looks young, I think he is extraordinary; even if the Giant Spirit God and the Mao God join forces, it might still take half an hour to defeat him completely."

"I didn't expect Commander Pan's assessment of him to be so high." Wu Zhao's beautiful eyes stared in surprise at Qianxunji below, curiosity gleaming.

She wondered why this guy called Qianxunji, only in his fifties, could spar with the Giant Spirit God and the Mao God for half an hour.

"Ha!"

Suddenly, the Giant Spirit God let out a deep roar and leapt up.

The obese body vaulted over thirty meters high, crashing down from above toward Qianxunji's head.

The Mao God moved, turning into a blue beam that surged straight at Qianxunji; his twin hammers hammered Qianxunji's skull fiercely, vowing to shatter his head in one blow.

Wu Zhao watched (End of Chapter).