Chapter 363: The Great Sage Meets the Demon Emperor

The group passed through the dense forest and marched toward the direction of the Houtu tribe.

Di Jun walked in the middle of the team, his gaze scanning the layout along the way without moving a muscle.

In the Demon Court's intelligence, the understanding of the bottom layer of the Wu Clan always stayed on the surface; walking it personally today, he discovered that this group of Wu Clan members who seemed to only know how to show off their brute force also had unique ways in arranging troops.

Not long after, the view suddenly opened up.

A rough tribe built of huge black stones appeared in front.

"Go in!"

The big man pushed Di Jun and brought him into the tribe square.

On the edge of the square, many Wu Clan warriors stopped their movements, staring at this white-clothed demon clan member who was escorted in with unkind eyes.

At this time.

Beside the largest bonfire in the center of the square.

Sun Wukong was sitting on a flat bluestone, holding roast exotic beast meat in his hand, tearing and biting it.

Suddenly, his chewing movement stopped abruptly.

His ears twitched crazily without warning.

At the same time, his heart beat like a drum in his chest "bang bang". The blood flow speed accelerated several times instantly.

An indescribable feeling of trembling rushed straight to his crown along his spine.

Sun Wukong's golden fur stood on end at this moment.

It was an instinctive reaction that only occurred when encountering an absolute enemy that could not be resisted, engraved in the depths of his genes.

Extreme danger!

The smile on Sun Wukong's face disappeared instantly.

He threw away the roast meat in his hand and stood up with a "swoosh".

"Monkey, what's wrong?" Shi Ming beside him asked suspiciously, sensing the strangeness.

Sun Wukong didn't answer; his golden pupils shrank to the size of needle points, his gaze crossing heavy bonfires, crossing the crowd, and locking fixedly on the entrance of the square.

There, more than a dozen Wu Clan warriors were escorting a white-clothed demon clan member walking over.

The white-clothed demon clan member seemed to have sensed his gaze.

He stopped his footsteps, looked at Sun Wukong quietly from a very far distance, across the jumping firelight.

Eye to eye, the white-clothed youth's mouth corners raised slightly, revealing a gentle smile like jade.

The big man of the patrol team pushed the white-clothed man to the front.

"Great Wu Hou Yi!" The big man reported loudly, "We caught a lone demon clan member in the forest, he said he came to find the monkey!"

Hou Yi was sitting on a stone stool, holding a piece of animal skin to wipe the black bow.

Hearing the big man's words, the movement on his hand stopped.

Hou Yi raised his head, his gaze falling on the white-clothed man.

Seeing Di Jun, Hou Yi's muscles tightened instantly.

The earth under his feet was sending signals of extreme unease.

Hou Yi stood up, his tall and burly body casting a large shadow under the firelight.

He held the black bow and walked to the very front of the crowd with big strides.

"Monkey." Hou Yi's voice was low, his gaze never leaving the white-clothed man, "Do you know him?"

Sun Wukong had already arrived at a close distance, stopping three steps in front of the white-clothed man.

Both were of similar height.

Sun Wukong's golden pupils reflected the man's calm and gentle face.

He took a step and walked around the white-clothed man, his combat boots stepping on the black stone ground, emitting a slight friction sound.

The white-clothed man let him look, his expression composed, and even a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't know." Sun Wukong turned to look at Hou Yi, his tone very certain, "My old Sun hasn't seen this person."

Di Jun's gaze had been staying on Sun Wukong since entering the square.

He observed Sun Wukong at close range.

Qi and blood like a dragon, his pair of golden eyes full of unruliness, without half a point of awe for the strong.

The palpitation in Di Jun's heart regarding the future luck of the Demon Court became more intense.

Such an anomaly should not be left in the Wu Clan.

"You don't know me, but I know you." Di Jun opened his mouth, his voice calm, "Mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal, one staff retreated Teng Yuan, hard-shook Jiuying's water-fire supernatural power. You shouldn't stay among this group of savages who don't cultivate the Primordial Spirit."

As soon as these words came out, Hou Yi's eyes turned cold.

He stepped forward and his thick body blocked directly between Sun Wukong and Di Jun.

"Savages?" Hou Yi gripped the black bow tightly, and the peak Great Wu Qi and blood erupted suddenly.

The earthy yellow light pillar rushed straight into the sky from his body, directly dispersing the clouds in the sky.

The surrounding Wu Clan warriors let out a roar in unison, thousands of strands of Sha Qi connected into one, locking Di Jun in the middle fixedly.

"Since the monkey doesn't know you, then you are here to find trouble." Hou Yi stared down at Di Jun, his voice carrying unquestionable killing intent, "No matter who you are in the Demon Court, get out of Mount Wuzhi immediately."

Di Jun looked at Hou Yi blocking in front, and the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared gradually.

"Let me get out?" Di Jun asked lightly.

He raised his head, and his original gentle eyes became cold instantly.

In the depths of those eyes, it seemed as if two great suns were rising.

"In this Primordial heaven and earth, no one has dared to say this word to this Emperor."

The words fell, and Di Jun no longer suppressed the power in his body.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure that could not be described erupted from his body.

Immediately after, golden flames rushed into the sky from Di Jun's body.

Blinding light erupted from him, like a great sun.

The black stone ground of the Houtu tribe shattered one after another.

Scarlet magma gushed out from the cracks, and the nearest stone houses didn't even go through the process of collapsing, directly vaporizing in the golden flames.

The towering ancient trees in the outskirts of Mount Wuzhi turned into ashes instantly.

The Wu Clan warriors let out painful groans, and the earth vein turbid Qi surrounding their bodies evaporated rapidly under the roasting of the Sun True Fire.

"Demon Emperor!" Hou Yi roared.

He finally recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

Hou Yi's eyes were stung by the strong light, and the Pangu bloodline boiled completely.

The Great Wu True Body manifested instantly, a thousand-zhang body rose from the ground, trying to block this destructive flame and protect the tribe members behind him.

But the temperature of the Sun True Fire was too high.

The earth vein turbid Qi on Hou Yi's body surface hissed as it was burned, and large areas of charred black appeared on the surface of his dark golden skin.

Sun Wukong stood behind Hou Yi.

He gripped the Ruyi Jingu Bang tightly with both hands, the magic power in his body circulated crazily, resisting the terrifying high temperature that could melt him.

He looked at the figure bathing in the sea of golden flames ahead, and violent battle intent ignited within his golden pupils.

The Sun True Fire raged, Hou Yi's thousand-zhang Great Wu True Body stood in the center of the sea of fire, his earthy yellow flesh and blood charred over large areas, and the earth vein turb

He planted his feet firmly into the earth, ignoring the cracking of his physical body, and frantically drew upon the ley line power of Mount Wuzhi to resist the True Sun Fire, so as not to affect the entire tribe.

Di Jun stood where he was, not even the hem of his robe stirred by the gale.

He stood within the endless sea of golden flames, like a god presiding over life and death, and looking at Sun Wukong behind Hou Yi, he said, "Since you are a talent of the Demon Clan, then follow this Emperor back to the Demon Court!"