Chapter 402: Demon Emperor Island, the demons question

Just as Bai Ze and Sun Sun Wukong entered Demon Emperor Island, five rays of light landed in front of Bai Ze and Sun Sun Wukong, manifesting five figures.

They were exactly Xuan Ming, Cang Li, Shang Qing, Qin Xuan, and Bai Hui.

"Pay respects to Senior Bai Ze!" The five bowed in unison.

Xuan Ming raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Bai Ze, then landing on Sun Sun Wukong beside him.

He frowned slightly.

Five years ago, Bai Ze had taken away a human, but today he returned with a golden-armored ape.

"Senior, did you find the opportunity for our Demon Clan's revival on this trip out of the island?" Shang Qing stepped forward, his tone filled with anticipation.

Cang Li spoke in a muffled voice: "Senior, who is this monkey demon?"

"Do not be rude, come with me to the hall." Bai Ze glared at Cang Li and took Sun Sun Wukong straight to his Demon Sage Hall.

Cang Li and the other four hurriedly followed.

The group arrived at Bai Ze's palace on Demon Emperor Island.

"Returning to the island today, there is indeed a major event concerning the survival of the Demon Clan to announce."

Bai Ze arrived at the palace and, without dawdling, spoke directly to the five.

The five immediately stood straight, holding their breath and concentrating.

Bai Ze turned around, faced Sun Sun Wukong, folded his hands, and bowed.

"Emperor Di Jun's last wish, Emperor Emperor Taiyi's recognition. This is the new generation of Demon Emperor!"

The words fell.

The entire hall fell into dead silence.

Xuan Ming stood frozen in place, Cang Li's eyes widened, and Shang Qing, Qin Xuan, and Bai Hui looked at each other in dismay.

"Demon Emperor?" Xuan Ming was the first to react, his voice rising sharply.

Bai Ze's expression was cold and stern, and he said in a deep voice: "What? Can you not understand my words?"

Sun Sun Wukong stood to the side, his right hand spread open.

The dark golden Demon Emperor Seal floated in his palm.

Imperial pressure spread, and the phantom of the three-legged Golden Crow circled above the seal.

The aura of ruling over all demons swept across the entire hall.

The five Great Luo Golden Immortals felt the palpitation from the depths of their bloodlines, and their expressions changed drastically.

That was the absolute orthodoxy originating from the ancient Demon Court.

But after the palpitation came intense resentment.

Cang Li stared fixedly at Sun Sun Wukong, gray water vapor rolling around his body, the violent demon aura of a mid-stage Great Luo losing control.

"Senior Bai Ze!" Cang Li stepped forward, looking straight at Bai Ze, "This seal is indeed the Demon Emperor Seal, but why should it be handed to him?"

Xuan Ming also stepped forward, fire light flickering on his crimson armor: "We have been dormant on Demon Emperor Island for tens of thousands of years, hoping for the reappearance of the Demon Court every moment. What qualifications does a wild monkey that popped out in later generations have to rule over the descendants of the ancient Demon Court?"

Shang Qing frowned, and although he didn't speak, the questioning in his eyes was undisguised.

Qin Xuan coughed twice and shook his head while leaning on his cane, while Bai Hui curled his lips and took a swig of wine.

The blood of ancient demon gods flowed in their bones, and they were extremely proud.

A seal could not suppress their proud bones.

Bai Ze's expression sank, and he was about to release his Semi-Sage pressure: "Presumptuous!"

"Bai Ze, step back."

A furry hand pressed on Bai Ze's shoulder.

Sun Sun Wukong stepped forward, flipped his wrist, and put away the Demon Emperor Seal.

That imperial pressure suppressing the demons instantly dissipated.

He twisted his neck, and his bones made a popping sound.

"Not convinced?" Sun Sun Wukong looked at Cang Li and Xuan Ming, his mouth grinning to reveal fangs.

Cang Li snorted coldly, his twelve-foot-tall body thrusting forward, a vast aura pressing straight toward Sun Sun Wukong: "The ancient Demon Clan only respects the strong! You use Emperor Emperor Taiyi's seal to suppress people—what kind of skill is that? If you want to sit firmly in this Demon Emperor position, you must show strength that convinces us! Otherwise, I, Cang Li, will be the first not to recognize you!"

Xuan Ming echoed: "That's right! The Demon Clan does not respect trash!"

Bai Ze was about to speak, but Sun Sun Wukong laughed, his laughter unruly, filled with arrogance that shot straight into the sky.

He reached into his ear, pulled out an embroidery needle, shook it in the wind, and it transformed into a twelve-foot-long iron rod.

"Clang!"

The Ruyi Jingu Bang struck heavily against the black stone floor.

"I, Old Sun, hate reasoning the most." Sun Sun Wukong held the rod with one hand, his gaze disdainful as he swept over the five Great Luo Golden Immortals.

The blood in his body began to boil, and Sun Sun Wukong flashed out of the hall to avoid damaging Bai Ze's palace if they were to fight.

The others followed, and the group arrived in a valley on Demon Emperor Island.

"You five, stop the nonsense." Sun Sun Wukong pointed the Jingu Bang at Cang Li, "Come at me together!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Cang Li's eyes spewed fire.

He was a descendant of the Nine Infants, with a formidable physical body and mid-stage Great Luo cultivation, yet he was being so despised by a monkey.

"Arrogant!"

Cang Li roared, exerting force with his feet, and the ground instantly collapsed into a large pit.

He transformed into a gray afterimage and lunged straight at Sun Sun Wukong.

The magic power of a mid-stage Great Luo exploded without reservation.

He did not use any magic treasure but swung his right fist, covered in scale patterns, smashing toward Sun Sun Wukong's face.

The Nine Infants lineage was known for physical combat.

This punch was enough to shatter stars.

Sun Sun Wukong stood in place, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He didn't even raise the Jingu Bang but raised his left hand, fingers spread, meeting Cang Li's fist.

"Court death!" Cang Li roared.

Fist and palm collided.

"Boom!"

A visible shockwave swept out, and the surrounding ancient trees instantly turned to dust.

Cang Li's expression changed from anger to extreme horror the moment they touched.

He felt as if he hadn't hit a hand, but an entire Mount Mount Wuzhi.

Sun Sun Wukong's left hand steadily caught the punch, remaining motionless.

The magic power of a peak Great Luo Jinxian, mixed with the origin power of the Four Great Monkeys of the World, surged within Sun Sun Wukong's body.

"Is this all the strength you have?" A cold look appeared in Sun Sun Wukong's golden pupils.

He tightened his left hand, crushing Cang Li's fist.

Cang Li's hand bones made a cracking sound of being unable to bear the weight, and as extreme pain struck, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Sun Sun Wukong swung the Jingu Bang with his right hand, smashing it into Cang Li's chest without any flair.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of impact made everyone's hearts shrink.

Cang Li flew backward, his speed so fast that the naked eye couldn't capture it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Cang Li's body crashed through three thousand-foot-tall mountain peaks behind him in succession.

Finally, Cang Li smashed into the cliff wall of the fourth peak, embedding himself in the rock, vomiting blood, and completely losing his combat ability.

With just one strike, a mid-stage Great Luo, a descendant of a Demon Sage known for his physical body, was crushed on the spot.

At this time, Xuan Ming was still in a posture of preparing to strike, and seeing this scene, he froze in place, the fire light on his crimson armor flickering violently.

Shang Qing gasped, the light on his jade hairpin dimming.

Qin Xuan's hand holding the cane trembled violently, and Bai Hui didn't even notice his wine gourd falling to the ground.

They stared fixedly at Sun Sun Wukong, who stood in place without even a disordered breath.

This power... was peak Great Luo!

Sun Sun Wukong shouldered the Jingu Bang and swept his gaze toward the remaining four.

"Why aren't you moving?" Sun Sun Wukong's voice was cold.

Xuan Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva; he knew very well that if that rod had hit him, his fate wouldn't be much better than Cang Li's.

An absolute chasm of strength lay before them.

The Demon Clan worshipped the strong, and the violence Sun Sun Wukong displayed was more convincing than the Demon Emperor Seal.

Xuan Ming took a deep breath, the firelight around his body receding; he stepped forward two paces, cupped his fists, and bowed.

"Your martial power is heaven-reaching; Xuan Ming is convinced."

Sun Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.

Xuan Ming straightened up, staring intently at Sun Sun Wukong: "Martial power is enough; we admit defeat. But to become the true Demon Emperor who rules Demon Emperor Island and inherits the Demon Court's foundation, fists alone are not enough."

He raised his hand and pointed to the deepest part of Demon Emperor Island.

There, a magnificent ancient palace flickered in the clouds and mist.

"Outside the Demon Emperor Hall, there is the 'Burning Heaven Array' set up by Emperor Di Jun back then," Xuan Ming's voice was low, carrying an unyielding stubbornness. "The array is driven by the origin of the Sun True Fire, testing not cultivation, but the will and bloodline-bearing capacity of the Demon Clan's Emperor."

Xuan Ming wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and looked straight at Sun Sun Wukong.

"Do you dare to try?"

Sun Sun Wukong looked in the direction Xuan Ming was pointing.

Outside the Demon Emperor Hall, dark golden flames could be faintly seen jumping in the void.

That temperature made one's soul tremble even from dozens of miles away. ===== CHAPTER 403 =====