Chapter 37: This Staff Is Made to Smash Old Antiques

In the sky.

Two huge figures, one golden and one black, were colliding.

Each impact.

Each impact was like two stars punching each other.

Sparks showered down, falling into the sea and instantly boiling the water.

Although Luo Hou was only a remnant soul,

but after all, he was a tough guy who once went toe-to-toe with Pangu.

His mastery of the rules had long been etched into his bones.

The illusory God-Slaying Spear darted left and right, vicious and tricky.

Every thrust aimed straight at Sun Wukong's vital points.

But Sun Wukong was no slouch either.

His body had been reforged by Bodhi using countless heavenly treasures and earthly gems, plus the Chaos Primordial Source.

It was ridiculously hard.

The God-Slaying Spear thrust into his body left only a white mark, unable to pierce the skin.

"Is that all the strength you've got?"

Sun Wukong swung his staff while turning on mockery mode.

"Didn't you eat?"

"I think you should go back to the Chaos Realm and suckle!"

Luo Hou was so angry he wailed.

The black mist around the ghostly face churned more violently.

"Ignorant junior!"

"Today I'll show you what the Demonic Path is!"

The ghostly face opened its huge mouth.

Countless black skulls spewed out from its mouth.

These skulls bit together, forming a vast net that blotted out the sky, trying to trap Sun Wukong inside.

Each strand of the net was condensed from the purest malice.

Once touched,

it would corrode the Original Spirit and ruin the mortal Dao foundation.

"Careful!"

Below.

The Bull Demon King watched, heart pounding.

He had just wanted to go up and help.

A five-colored divine light suddenly swept past.

"Swish swish swish!"

Those skulls near the ground, as if meeting their nemesis, were instantly swept away.

Kong Xuan stood on a huge boulder.

Her face was pale, but her eyes shone bright.

The five-colored divine light behind her, though not at its peak, was more than enough to deal with the drifting demonic qi.

"Damn monkey."

Kong Xuan gritted her teeth and snapped.

"Old lady… I'm doing this for self-preservation, not to help you!"

She cursed while desperately channeling her magic to clear the surrounding demonic troops.

Just then,

A crisp pipa melody rang out.

The sound was not loud.

Yet it had tremendous penetrative power.

On that battlefield where battle cries shook the heavens, it clearly drilled into every monster's ears.

Sun Wukong felt his spirit lift.

His previously restless blood and qi instantly calmed.

He glanced down in a spare moment.

He saw Chang'e cradling a jade pipa, sitting on the rock at the mouth of the Water Curtain Cave.

The wind messed up her hair.

That white robe, amidst the filthy battlefield, was as pure as a blooming snow lotus.

Her fingers danced on the strings.

Her gaze was focused.

Feeling Sun Wukong's gaze, she lifted her head.

Although far away,

Sun Wukong still saw the tenderness in her eyes.

And a hint of deeply hidden allure.

That charm was meant for him alone.

Hey.

Sun Wukong felt his bones go soft all over.

Immediately after.

A rush of hot blood surged straight to his forehead.

"Beautiful women play music, brothers lend support."

"If I still can't take down you old ghost, how will I get by from now on?"

Sun Wukong's eyes blazed with surging golden light.

The law of war within his body awakened with a roar.

The Golden Cudgel in his hand suddenly turned bright red.

Like a fire poker just pulled from a steel furnace.

"Open it for me!"

Sun Wukong raised the iron staff with both hands.

This time.

No technique at all.

It was the kind of momentum that wanted to split Heaven apart.

"Split Heaven!"

This was a hint of true meaning he grasped while watching Pangu's illusory form in Chaos.

One strike fell down.

Space shattered like a mirror.

A pitch-black crack spread along the staff.

It struck directly onto the great skull net.

"Screech—"

The great net was torn apart in an instant.

The Golden Cudgel, undiminished in force, heavily smashed onto the phantom of the Slay God Spear's shaft.

"Crack!"

A clear, crisp sound.

That phantom, reputed as the supreme demonic path's ultimate killing treasure.

It actually split open a gap.

On Rahu's ghostly face appeared terror.

"Impossible!"

"This is the law of force!"

"How could you possibly..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Sun Wukong came down with another staff strike.

"What a lot of nonsense!"

"Bang!"

The phantom of the Slay God Spear completely shattered.

Turning into countless black specks of light that dissipated in the air.

The Golden Cudgel followed through and thrust straight into the huge ghostly face's mouth.

"Blow it up for me!"

Sun Wukong let out a loud shout.

Chaotic divine power flowed along the staff into the ghostly face's interior.

"Rumble!"

The ghostly face violently swelled, then suddenly exploded.

The black mist filling the sky was scattered by the golden light.

Rahu's unwilling roar echoed between heaven and earth.

"Subhuti..."

"This debt... I, the Venerable, have noted it down..."

The voice grew fainter and fainter.

Finally it vanished completely.

The remnant soul of the demon ancestor.

Extinguished.

Sun Wukong withdrew his Heaven-Earth Embracing Form and returned to his original size.

He landed on the ground, leaning weakly on the Golden Cudgel.

He panted heavily.

Although he had won.

But this old ghost was indeed tough to deal with.

If he let his true form descend, today would surely be dangerous.

"Run?"

Suddenly.

Bodhi Patriarch's voice rang coldly.

Sun Wukong raised his head and looked.

He saw Jieyin turn into a streak of blood light, desperately fleeing west.

The Demonic Ancestor was gone.

Why is he still staying here?

Is he waiting to die?

"Since you've come, don't leave."

Bodhi still sat on that rattan chair.

He didn't even shift his butt.

He simply made a light grab at the void.

Far away.

Jieyin, who was fleeing, suddenly felt the surrounding space solidify.

An invisible big hand, like grabbing a chick, pinched him out of the void.

"No!"

Jieyin shouted in despair.

The next second.

The scenery before his eyes rapidly reversed.

"Plop."

He heavily fell onto the rubble pile of Mount Huaguo.

He happened to fall right beside Sun Wukong's foot.

Jieyin raised his head.

He happened to meet Sun Wukong's eyes that seemed to smile but not really.

And there was the Golden Cudgel still dripping demonic blood.

"Yo."

Sun Wukong crouched down.

He poked Jieyin's blood-covered face with the staff.

"Isn't this a Saint?"

"How?"

"Where did the vigor of shouting battle and killing go?"

Jieyin trembled.

At this moment, he.

His Golden Body shattered, his Primordial Source damaged, and even his demonic energy was scattered.

Now, he.

He is not much stronger than a mortal.

"Great... Great Sage..."

Jieyin squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.

"Misunderstanding... all a misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding?"

Sun Wukong snorted in laughter.

He stood up.

He stepped with one foot on Jieyin's chest.

"Just now you wanted to blow up my Mount Huaguo."

"Now you say it's a misunderstanding?"

He looked at Bodhi, not far away, who was eating melon seeds.

"Master."

"How should we deal with this bald donkey?"

"Braised or steamed?"

Bodhi spat out the melon seed shells.

He leisurely glanced at Jieyin.

"Braised is too oily."

"Steamed is too old."

"I think."

"Better to peel off his skin and hang it on the flagpole as a wind indicator."

"That counts as making full use of things."

Jieyin rolled his eyes.

He fainted straight from fright.