Chapter 212: A Feinting Spear, Hongjun

The black-furred claw charged across the sky.

The crack grew larger under its gouging, and shattered law fragments fell like rain.

Sun Wukong stood at the center of the void, his gray iron rod humming.

"Who are you calling trash?"

He raised his head and spat at that huge hand.

"Where did this wild beast come from, daring to stretch out its unclean claws?"

The owner of the giant claw said nothing, merely letting out a cold snort.

The tremor made the whole new world shake.

Hongjun also moved at this moment.

In his tattered body, the purple Heavenly Dao Primordial Source gathered again.

"You don't know life from death."

Hongjun's voice carried a lofty contempt.

He pointed upward.

"This is of your own making."

"How can a demon monkey like you measure the might of the Heavenly Dao?"

Before Sun Wukong could reply, the purple thunder sea in the sky boiled over.

This time what fell was not lightning, but a water column purple to the extreme.

That was the thunderfluid formed when the Heavenly Dao tribulation force reached its extreme.

Each drop weighed as much as Mount Tai.

"Boom!"

The first blast of thunderfluid struck Sun Wukong.

His shoulder instantly caved in, and golden blood dripped from the tips of his fur.

"Sun Wukong, give up."

Hongjun stood at the edge of the thunder sea, his figure growing blurry.

"Since you've established a new heaven, you should know the old order won't spare you."

"If you let yourself be worn down, perhaps your monkey descendants could still leave intact corpses."

Sun Wukong grimaced from the pain, yet he remained ramrod straight.

"An intact corpse?"

"I've never known how to write the word 'death' in my life."

He swung his iron rod, wildly sweeping at the thunderfluid.

The gray void power collided with the purple thunderfluid.

Sun Wukong's flesh and skin peeled off in large patches.

He looked utterly miserable.

Yao in the distance was so anxious her eyes turned red.

"Wukong!"

She wanted to rush over, but Sun Wukong's glare nailed her to the spot.

"Don't come over!"

Sun Wukong roared, his voice hoarse and harsh.

Seeing this, Hongjun's mockery grew thicker.

In his view, this monkey was merely struggling on the brink of death.

"Since you insist on seeking death, I will grant it."

Hongjun raised his hand and gave the sky a violent tug.

All the purple thunder sea instantly shrank, finally gathering into a huge purple sphere.

The power contained in that sphere was enough to shatter the Three Realms back and forth several times over.

"Go."

Hongjun lightly pointed.

The purple sphere, like a meteorite, smashed down onto Sun Wukong's head.

Sun Wukong stood there, looking as if he'd been frightened stupid.

He didn't even lift his rod, merely letting the sphere approach.

"Got it."

Hongjun murmured to himself.

He knew this monkey was strong, but not stronger than the Heavenly Dao itself.

This strike consumed nearly thirty percent of his Primordial Source.

If it landed solidly, Sun Wukong would surely die.

But at the instant the purple sphere touched Sun Wukong's scalp,

Sun Wukong smiled.

It was a grin that begged for a punch.

"Old Hongjun, you're quite calculating, but you didn't figure out what my Master taught me."

Sun Wukong's inner Black Gold Dao Seed suddenly vibrated violently.

But he did not release its power to resist.

Instead, he treated his own body as a funnel.

【Void】 Dao Rhythm instantly enveloped his whole body.

The massive purple sphere, upon contacting the Void's power, strangely veered off its trajectory.

"Swoosh!"

The sphere skimmed past Sun Wukong's scalp.

Hongjun's expression froze at that moment.

"What?"

He couldn't understand why the charged strike went awry.

But the next second, Hongjun's eyes widened.

The purple sphere didn't fly into the void; it slammed straight into the new world beneath Sun Wukong's feet.

"You're insane!"

Hongjun couldn't help shouting.

"Do you want to drag your world along to perish together?"

In his view, Sun Wukong was cornered and had given up.

But the expected explosion never occurred.

That world‑shattering purple sphere, the instant it entered the new world,

the previously Deathly Silence‑laden land suddenly split open with countless huge fissures.

Those fissures resembled a series of hungry mouths.

They were not shattered by the sphere; instead they began ravenously devouring its energy.

It was a trap Sun Wukong had set in advance.

"Tasty?"

Sun Wukong turned back and asked the new world.

The ground of the new world trembled slightly, as if responding.

Those purple thunder forces were swiftly broken down by the subterranean laws.

The raging will of destruction was ground away.

What remained was the purest, most robust Heavenly Dao energy.

Purple dew surged from the cracked river.

Withered spirit roots began sprouting fresh shoots wildly.

The new world's borders, nourished by that energy, began expanding outward wildly.

"This... how is this possible!"

Hongjun's voice changed pitch.

The Heavenly punishment he had painstakingly summoned turned out to be the other's tonic?

It was as if a loud slap had been dealt across his face.

And the kind that strikes both sides.

"Old Hongjun, thank you for the energy you sent."

Sun Wukong shook his neck, and his wounds healed rapidly.

Beneath the shattered flesh, newly grown skin bore a faint violet sheen.

That was the manifestation of having absorbed the Heavenly punishment's power.

"My old Sun's world is now lacking fertilizer."

"You, this huge lump that fell, is enough for those fruit trees to have grown for several thousand years."

Sun Wukong's voice echoed through the void.

Carrying a teasing tone that drove Hongjun crazy.

Hongjun's face flushed bright red.

He realized he had been tricked.

Sun Wukong's earlier display of weakness was all an act.

The purpose was to lure him into unleashing the strongest Heavenly punishment.

Then to swindle that power away.

"You... you splashing monkey!"

Hongjun trembled all over with anger.

His prideful "Yang scheme" became a joke before Sun Wukong.

"Are you angry?"

Sun Wukong, gripping his staff, stepped toward Hongjun.

"And that big fellow hidden in the cave."

He pointed at the huge hand in the sky still straining to tear the fissure.

"Since you're here, don't be eager to leave."

"The fertilizer here still has many vacant spots."

Sun Wukong's words caused the being beyond the fissure to emit a low roar.

That evil aura grew even stronger.

But Sun Wukong paid no heed.

The power within his body kept climbing step by step.

After absorbing that purple sphere, his realm actually showed signs of loosening again.

More?

Sun Wukong hooked his finger at Hongjun.

That move just was pretty badass; give Old Monkey two more.

Hongjun's eyes were now so gloomy they seemed ready to drip water.

He finally realized that what he faced was not an easily controllable pawn.

but a monster that could slip through rule loopholes to feast.

The Six-Eared Macaque far away saw this and was so scared it could barely hold the pottery shards in its hand.

He had thought that once his master arrived, Sun Wukong would surely kneel and beg for mercy.

But now it seems.

It's not certain who will kneel to whom.

Since you want it, I'll give it to you!

Hongjun turned ruthless.

He raised his hand again, and a miniature purple divine palace appeared in his palm.

That was his Primordial Source Dao artifact.

He intended to use his true trump card to smash this deception to pieces.

Sun Wukong stood his ground, not dodging but laughing even more brightly.

Come on, bring it.

He gripped the Golden Cudgel tightly, a hint of slyness hidden deep in his eyes.

I'm worried that the sun in the new world isn't bright enough.