Chapter 267: Hand-Tearing the Heretic Sun Wukong

Amidst loud laughter, the stone monkey transformed into a bolt of lightning, split the roof, flew into the high sky, and then smashed down heavily.

It blasted the original haystack into fragments and kicked up a massive amount of dust.

After the dust settled, a figure appeared in the center of the shattered earth.

A hairy face with a thunder-god's mouth, wearing a Seven-Star Crown on his head, draped in Chain Mail, wearing Cloud-Stepping Boots on his feet, and holding those golden Golden Iron Staffs engraved with dragons and phoenixes in his hands.

It was Sun Wukong in the image of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

"Haha, Old Sun has finally remembered."

The monkey, not tall in stature but with an exceptionally domineering laugh, stretched his bones and laughed out loud.

After laughing, his eyes flashed, and he stared at Su Nian.

"Heh, clearly in the posture of a Savior Divine Spirit, yet you are coiled with an invisible black aura, and the gods actually loathe you so much."

"You brat, there is indeed something sinister about you."

Having said this, he muttered to himself.

"Strange, the spell of the Protector of Horses has actually been mostly dispelled on its own?"

He spoke to himself.

"It seems, it is you all who are watching Old Sun, right?"

Although he was talking to himself, his eyes seemed to be gazing into a deep, distant void.

"Rest assured, settling scores with you is a matter for later; before that, Old Sun must first meet this Outer Realm Demon!"

As he spoke, he raised the Golden Cudgel and looked with burning eyes at Su Nian, who had changed into silver-white armor.

"Hehe, wait a moment, let Old Sun handle some miscellaneous matters first."

Hearing this, Su Nian paused for a moment, looking at Sun Wukong with a strange expression.

"Why would you think I would give you time?"

"Heh, do you really think Old Sun didn't see what you were doing? You are looking for their tracks, right!"

Sun Wukong chuckled and said.

"If you beat Old Sun, how about I give you the coordinates of all the Divine Realms I know?"

Sun Wukong replied, and at this moment, he seemed to hear the curses of countless old things hiding far away in the Divine Realms.

But for some reason, he felt even happier.

Only Divine Spirits with great dissatisfaction with Mythology would choose to descend and become a Heretic; he, Sun Wukong, was extremely dissatisfied with this Mythology.

Furthermore, being bound by this spell of the Protector of Horses, he knew at a glance it was the handiwork of those old things.

"Fine."

Su Nian agreed to Sun Wukong's deal.

"You have made me look at you with new eyes; you actually have a bit of the air of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven."

Su Nian narrowed his eyes slightly, though his intention to kill Sun Wukong would not vanish.

Now it was merely giving him a little more preparation time.

Sun Wukong looked at Luo Hao nearby, then glanced at Athena outside the Netherworld in the distance, clapped his hands, and laughed.

"One Godslayer, one Heretic, perfect."

As he said this, he loudly chanted a Word of Power.

【I, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, by the contract of brothers, let my younger brothers manifest!】

【Come out, Second Brother, Zhu Ganglie!】

A male with a wild boar's head, chubby and full of wealth, walked out of the void carrying a Rake, muttering in his mouth.

"Coming, coming, the Eldest Senior Brother only knows how to order people around."

Sun Wukong glared at him, then continued to shout.

【Come out, Third Junior Brother, Sha Wujing!】

A monk with a bald head, fiery red hair, a blood-stained face with fangs, wearing a Skull Necklace, and dressed in rags also walked out.

"Eldest Senior Brother."

Having summoned his two junior brothers, Sun Wukong's Spell Power weakened significantly, but his fighting spirit was exceptionally high.

"Two junior brothers, trouble yourselves to block the Godslayer and the Earth Mother Goddess inside and outside this Netherworld, and leave me a place to settle our fight."

Hearing this, Zhu Bajie chuckled and charged at Luo Hao with his Rake.

"Great beauty, let old Zhu meet you."

Luo Hao's face darkened, and full of resentment, she slapped Zhu Bajie away.

Not being able to fight Sun Wukong really put her in a bad mood; what to do when in a bad mood? Vent.

In an instant, countless palm-shadow phantoms struck at Zhu Bajie, and two Vajra warriors kicked Zhu Bajie around like a ball.

Luo Hao looked at Su Nian with an exceptionally displeased tone.

"That monkey shall be left to my husband."

Su Nian nodded upon hearing this and looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong glanced at Su Nian, leaped, transformed directly into a golden light, and vanished instantly.

Su Nian frowned, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from where he stood.

He put away the idea of toying with Sun Wukong through space and decided to beat him to death head-on in a dignified manner.

Otherwise, it would be too provocative, and even Hou Jie would not be happy about it.

He was also slightly proficient in fists and kicks; after all, he had been trained and disciplined by Scathach.

Although the path was a bit crooked and he could not become a proper warrior, his physique, comparable to a Star Spirit, could still be utilized.

In an uninhabited area of the Netherworld, Sun Wukong landed on a cliff and was somewhat surprised to see Su Nian appear suddenly.

"Space Authority? You aren't planning on playing me for a fool, are you?"

"I'm not. I said I'd smash you head-on, so I'll smash you head-on!"

Su Nian said this, a faint phantom of golden flames rising over his body; he squinted his eyes and looked at Sun Wukong.

"Still not planning on using the Covenant Great Dharma?"

"Yo-ho, looks like you brat want to see the Covenant of the Gang too. Fine, I'll let you open your eyes today."

Sun Wukong laughed, then stood on one leg at the edge of the cliff and stomped, loudly chanting the Word of Power.

【Oh, gods of heaven and earth, follow the ancient Covenant and bestow your power upon me!】

Accompanying the Word of Power was an unimaginably surging Divine Power, and along with the Divine Power came Sun Wukong's irrepressible cry of pain.

"It hurts me so!"

Visibly, Sun Wukong's Spell Power was constantly expanding, expanding hundreds and thousands of times over.

Vaguely, it seemed as though a human figure composed entirely of golden threads was hovering behind Sun Wukong, hiding lines of circuitry upon his body.

"This is? I, Old Sun, actually received so many gifts from the gods?"

Sun Wukong, having recovered from the pain, felt the Spell Power that had expanded thousands of times, looked up at Su Nian, and revealed his astonishment.

"You guy, just how many Divine Spirits have you killed?"

"Hmm..."

Su Nian tapped his chin, pondered for a moment, and said.

"I don't know, I just dismantled a few Divine Realms; the Divine Spirits inside... I haven't kept count."

Saying this, Su Nian looked at Sun Wukong with some curiosity and said.

"Do you remember how many peaches you've eaten?"

Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes, strengthened to the limit by Spell Power, finally saw Su Nian's actions.

A book filled with the passage of time was recording... no, it was usurping Mythology.

Pieces of Divine Realms were like being thrown into a stone mill, forcibly ground into ink. The gods? They could only be said to have no power to resist, at most adding a color called 'wailing' to the ink.

The heavy information seen through by the Fiery Golden Eyes made Sun Wukong furious, and also made his blood boil.

"Demon! You really are an Outer Realm Demon!"

"Looks like today, I, Old Sun, am going to perform a true act of justice on behalf of heaven."

He said this, utilized that expanded Spell Power, and burst into loud laughter.

"Come, Demon, let me, Old Sun, see your power!"

Accompanying his words was the Golden Cudgel, bolstered by Spell Power and heavy as a continent, swinging down completely.

With great speed, it struck toward Su Nian's head!

The Golden Cudgel fell upon his head, the high-concentration Spell Power even distorting space and time, attempting to seal Su Nian's movements.

Yet at this moment, Su Nian expressionlessly raised his hand and tapped lightly.

The Golden Cudgel, concentrated with the mass of a continent, was just like that stopped by Su Nian's tap, and then grabbed.

With a sudden smash to the left and right, he knocked Sun Wukong into a daze.

"Good fellow, just how strong is your physique?"

Sun Wukong picked up his Golden Cudgel, which had been pinched flat in many places, and said in astonishment.

The golden light bolstered by the power of the gods, under the enhancement of Spell Power, was nearly equal to the mass of a concentrated continent.

Yet under such enhancement, it was still pinched flat by Su Nian.

Even the Golden Body of the old man Tathagata might not be as strong as this guy's physique.

Sun Wukong muttered to himself in his heart.

At this moment, Su Nian was already not much different from the old man Tathagata in his heart; at least that monk couldn't lift a planet.

It seems he can't go head-to-head; he can only fight on the move and strive for a flaw in Su Nian.

Just as Sun Wukong was thinking of a strategy, Su Nian waited for Sun Wukong to recover his weapon and remarked.

"You're not bad; I reckon you should be comparable to me three hours after I obtained my Divinity."

At that time, Su Nian had just returned from the world of the Apocalypse, and under the observation of Little Garden Central, he had obtained a large amount of Merit, strengthening his Spirit Status to the level of a Five-Digit Exceptional.

The current Sun Wukong is probably at this level.

Hearing this, Sun Wukong fell silent, because Su Nian did not look like he was lying.

Is this an Outer Realm Demon? Having only obtained Divinity for a few hours, he already has power comparable to his own after the protection of the gods?

However, this would not make him back down; it would only make him more passionate and ignite more fighting spirit.

When has the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who fought heaven and earth, ever backed down?

"Although I don't know what's up with this praise, since it is praise, I, Old Sun, will accept it."

Sun Wukong said this, his body gradually dyed with a yellowish-brown luster, two heads appeared from the left and right cheeks of Sun Wukong, followed by four brand-new arms.

Authority: Copper Skin and Iron Bones! Authority: Three Heads and Six Arms!

In Sun Wukong's memory, he had only used two Authorities at once three times before.

Nezha, Yang Jian, and the Dharma-protecting God King Lingguan.

And this was the fourth time Su Nian had forced him to use it, and also the time he considered his strongest.

Deploying his Authority with unprecedented Spell Power, even so, Sun Wukong, having opened his Fiery Golden Eyes, could not help but sigh.

"Even like this, I, Old Sun, still cannot see the end of your strength?"

He could only tell that Su Nian was very strong, but exactly how strong, he could not see at all.

He could not distinguish at all how many times the gap was between himself and Su Nian.

"Truly unprecedented and unheard of."

In a moment of reflection, Sun Wukong brandished his weapon, stepped onto his Somersault Cloud, and charged straight ahead.

He did not care for schemes or tricks; what he excelled at was nothing more than head-on combat.

Isn't it just a powerful opponent who cannot be seen through? One just has to face them head-on.

With two fists against six arms, a cruel smile appeared on Su Nian's face.

He tore with all his might, and the immense strength, sufficient to shred a star, directly tore off the two heads and four arms that Sun Wukong had manifested.

Sun Wukong's stunned gaze seemed to be saying, "Impossible, how could there be such terrifying strength?"

However, before Sun Wukong could recover from his astonishment, he saw a ball of golden flame appear in Su Nian's hand.

"Eh? Even the Samadhi True Fire can barely burn me, Old Sun; you think this mere unknown flame can burn me to death?"

Sun Wukong said with a hint of mockery; did he really not know that he had been thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace by Laojun and tempered by the Six Ding Divine Fire for forty-nine days without changing?

The flame fell onto Sun Wukong, and almost in an instant, before Sun Wukong could react.

He was directly burned into ashes, without a shred of power to resist.

Seeing that Sun Wukong did not "rise from the dead" again, Su Nian's explanation drifted over faintly.

"This is called the Sun Wheel Golden Wing Flame; I learned it from Jialing."

Sun Wukong's eyes turned grey-white, and before he dissipated, he held on with his last breath to ask.

"Who is Jialing?"

Having said this, his final existence was also burned away, and the golden flame slowly incinerated space and time.

(End of this chapter)