Chapter 464: Suppressing the Monkey?

Did you ask my Master?

A peach pit hit Zhun Ti's Back of Head, producing a light "tap".

The sound wasn't loud.

But on this battlefield quiet to the extreme, it was as clear as a slap.

Zhun Ti's body froze for an instant.

He slowly turned his head.

His gaze fell on Sun Wukong, who was propping up his legs and with his mouth full of peach juice.

In those Buddha eyes, a flash of golden light.

The murderous intent was not concealed at all.

"Audacious beast."

Zhun Ti's voice was soft, yet each word carried the Saint's unique pressure.

"In front of the Saint, you still dare to act rashly?"

Sun Wukong tilted his head to look at him, a strand of peach flesh still hanging from his mouth corner.

"Yo, you still feel pain?"

"I thought your bald head was made of Tiěbàng."

A twitch flickered at Zhun Ti's eye corner.

He and Jie Yin exchanged glances, their gazes simultaneously landing on Bodhi, then moving away together.

Unprompted, they both looked at Sun Wukong.

Bodhi is too powerful.

The scene just now where a single sleeve shattered the Heavenly Dao giant hand, they saw it clearly.

Facing Bodhi head‑on?

Suicidal.

But the disciple was different.

Just a monkey.

Even if it's strong, where can it go?

First subdue the monkey, and Bodhi will have to think twice.

This score, anyone can calculate clearly.

Zhun Ti withdrew the anger from his face, replaced by a compassionate smile.

"Amitabha."

He pressed his palms together, and his voice became gentle.

"The poor monk does not intend to make things difficult for you."

"It's just that your cultivation has gone astray, tainted by evil aura."

"As a Saint, the poor monk ought to set you right, strip away the evil practice, and restore your pure self."

When he reached the last four words.

His right hand slipped out from his sleeve.

Golden Buddha light gathered in his palm.

That hand slowly rose toward Sun Wukong's direction.

The instant his palm opened, a terrifying suction burst from the palm.

It was the Saint's method of stripping Xiūwéi.

All the spiritual energy between Heaven and Earth surged toward that hand.

Sun Wukong felt it.

The Chaos Dao Rhythm within his body churned, being pulled outward by an invisible force.

It was as if someone reached into his internal organs, trying to uproot his Dao Fruit.

"Not good!"

In an instant, 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers all stepped back three paces.

The Tathagata's lotus also drifted farther away.

Everyone knew.

What it meant when the Saint's palm struck out.

It meant that the monkey would become a waste.

A waste even inferior to Mortals.

But Sun Wukong did not retreat.

He stood up.

The Tiěbàng spun a flourish in his hand, which he held steadily.

His crimson‑gold eyes stared fixedly at that golden Buddha palm.

Then he laughed.

He laughed wildly.

He laughed without a heart or lungs.

"Strip my Xiūwéi?"

"Come then."

Before the words finished, he had already charged out.

The void beneath his foot cracked.

A crimson‑gold figure stretched into a streak of light, barreling straight at Zhun Ti's golden giant palm.

The Tiěbàng rose high.

No fancy moves.

No superfluous variations.

Just the simplest, most brutal, most Irrational smash.

He smashed down.

Boom!

The sound was absurdly loud.

Golden Buddha light and crimson‑gold Dao Rhythm exploded at the point of impact, the shockwave shattering the void for a hundred li around into Debris.

Zhun Ti's form wavered.

His golden giant palm was brutally driven back by the Tiěbàng.

A surge of intense pain radiated from his palm.

It wasn't a backlash of magical power.

It was a real, bone‑numbing shock!

Zhun Ti lowered his head to glance at his own hand.

Beneath the golden Buddha hide, the bone joints were bright red.

A tiny crack ran across the web of his hand.

His pupils constricted.

How could this be?

He is a Saint!

A Mixed‑Origin Grand Luo Golden Immortal!

An existence standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid within the Three Realms!

A monkey—how could it possibly wound his flesh?

"Interesting."

Sun Wukong landed opposite, hoisting the Tiěbàng onto his shoulder.

"I'm not even scared you'll shrink back."

Zhun Ti's complexion darkened.

He no longer pretended compassion.

Golden Buddha light burst around him, six arms extending from his back.

Each hand bore a Fómén artifact.

Vajra Pestle.

Demon‑Subduing Pestle.

Precious Bottle.

Lotus.

Dharma Wheel.

Golden Rope.

All six arms acted in unison.

The Saint's overwhelming pressure fully unleashed.

"Knowing neither life nor death."

Zhun Ti let out a cold snort.

The six artifacts simultaneously hurled toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong squinted.

He swung the Tiěbàng.

Crimson‑gold light surged violently.

Bang!

Six muffled sounds merged into one.

The six artifacts were bounced away one by one.

The Vajra Pestle cracked.

The Demon‑Subduing Pestle shattered.

The Dharma Wheel tilted.

Sun Wukong was knocked back three steps.

A strand of blood seeped from his mouth corner.

But his Smile grew wilder.

"Is that all?"

Zhun Ti's face turned completely black.

He spread his five fingers, ready to unleash a second, even more ferocious wave.

But at that moment.

A hand reached out from behind.

Pressing onto Zhun Ti's shoulder.

That hand was withered and thin.

It was covered in old cocoons.

It looked like the hand of an old man on the brink of death.

But Zhun Ti's body went rigid the instant it touched that hand.

From head to toe, not a single finger could move.

The only thing he could move was his eyeballs.

He strained his eyes, and in his peripheral vision saw the Bodhi Patriarch standing behind him.

The old man had, at some unknown time, emerged from that Great Paradise Formation.

His face bore little expression.

But the golden flame in his eyes shone ten times brighter than a moment before.

"You touched him."

Bodhi's voice was very calm.

As if stating a fact.

Zhun Ti wanted to explain.

Wanted to beg for mercy.

Wanted to say something.

But his mouth was also fixed.

Even his throat could not produce a sound.

Bodhi raised the other hand.

Palm spread open.

Then…

A slap flew out.

Snap!

This slap had no magical energy ripple.

No Dao Rhythm was imparted.

No Chaos Realm Primordial Source.

It was simply a pure slap.

Yet it was just that slap.

Zhun Ti Saint's body was like a marble shot away.

With a whoosh, it vanished from its spot.

Bang!

The first star shattered.

Bang!

The second.

Bang!

A series of explosions rang from afar.

Zhun Ti's body smashed one star after another, and golden fragments trailed a long tail along its path.

One hundred and eight thousand li.

A full one hundred and eight thousand li.

Only then did Zhun Ti Saint stop.

The battlefield.

Quieter than death.

The Tathagata's prayer beads fell from his hand.

He himself didn't even notice.

The Jade Emperor's mouth was open, his chin trembling.

Half of the hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers felt their legs go weak.

The Buddha light on the Golden Bodies of the three thousand arhats was completely extinguished.

Even Hongjun was frozen in place, his golden vertical pupils filled with disbelief.

One slap.

Just one slap.

The Saint was flung away.

The guide's foot was going weak.

Instinctively, he tried to step back.

But his legs wouldn't obey; a step back caused him to stumble.

"This… this isn't…"

His voice trembled.

"Senior Brother… you… why must you…"

His words came out fragmented.

The head of the Xīfāng Jiào, at this moment, looked like a startled rabbit.

Bodhi didn't even glance at him.

The old man turned around.

He faced the entire battlefield.

He faced Hongjun.

He faced the Tathagata.

He faced the Jade Emperor.

He faced one hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and three thousand Arhats.

He raised his hand.

With a single finger, he tapped Sun Wukong behind him.

"Look closely."

His voice was not loud.

But each word struck everyone's Línghún.

"This monkey is my disciple."

"Only I can strike him."

"Only I can scold him."

"Only I can punish him."

"You all..."

Bodhi's gaze swept across the arena.

Those eyes, burning with golden flame, made everyone they fell upon lower their heads.

"What are you?"

Five words.

Light as a feather.

Yet everyone present felt it.

It was a warning from an ancient being.

Not a threat.

But a proclamation.

Whoever harms his disciple shall die.

No exceptions.

Sun Wukong stood behind his Master.

His hand trembled.

It was not fear.

It was something else.

Something warm swirled in his eye sockets.

He forced himself to blink twice.

He raised the back of his hand and wiped it haphazardly.

Then he stretched his mouth, revealing a smile brighter than the sun.

And in the distance.

Eighty‑eight thousand li away.

Zhun Ti Saint crawled out of the star Debris.

Half of his face was swollen to a great height.

He spat out two broken teeth.

In his eyes, besides Fear Heart Demon, there was something even more dangerous.

—Hatred.

He wiped the golden blood from his mouth corner.

He pulled a pitch‑black jade talisman from his sleeve.

He lowered his head and glanced at it.

"Forcing me to use this..."

He muttered to himself.

"Then don't blame me for breaking the rules."

On the jade talisman, an ancient name that made the void tremble slowly materialized.

At the moment Hongjun saw that jade talisman,

the color on his face completely drained.