Chapter 51: Dark Great Sage: This One Strike Will Reduce You to Dust

The air inside Water Curtain Cave seemed instantly sucked out, becoming thick and heavy.

That twisted, blood‑scented homogenous aura was like a red‑hot iron awl, violently stabbing into Sun Wukong's Original Spirit.

"What's wrong?" Kong Xuan's hand, just touching Sun Wukong's arm, was burned and recoiled.

The monkey was radiating astonishing heat, golden fur standing on end, a suppressed low growl rumbling in his throat.

"Sinful obstacle." Sun Wukong squeezed the two words from between his teeth.

In the next instant, the throne was empty.

Only a ring of detonated sonic‑boom clouds remained, shattering the stalactites at the cave ceiling into pieces.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, Aolai Kingdom.

This was Sun Wukong's hometown, also the place where the Patch Heaven stone nurtured him.

At this moment, it had become a furnace of torment.

"Boom!"

A massive rod as black as ink fell from the sky, roaring with a sound that could destroy everything, smashing heavily onto the imperial city of Aolai Kingdom.

The Cànjiào hadn't time to sound before being drowned by the huge roar.

Half of the imperial city, along with tens of thousands of citizens inside, turned directly into powder under this strike.

Amid swirling smoke and dust, a figure slowly stepped out.

The phoenix‑winged purple‑gold crown was crooked, the chainmail Golden Armor was dark crimson, as if soaked in plasma for ten thousand years.

On that thunder‑god face, there was not a hint of mercy, only a smile of extreme madness.

He casually snatched a soldier flung into Mid‑Air, his fingernail piercing the man's neck, greedily inhaling the scent of Fear Heart Demon.

"Call the Great Sage."

That "Sun Wukong" tilted his head, his voice hoarse, like two pieces of raw iron grinding.

The soldier, terrified, wet himself and shivered, lips trembling: "Great… Great Sage, spare me…"

"Poof."

"Sun Wukong" clamped his five fingers together, instantly crushing the soldier's head.

Red and white matter splattered across his face.

He stuck out his tongue, licking the fresh blood at his mouth, a look of rapture on his face.

"Your shout sounds awful."

He disdainfully flicked the blood off his hand, hoisted the still‑dripping black Tiěbàng, and stared at the trembling survivors ahead.

"Once more."

"Call me… Dark Great Sage."

Panic spread like a plague.

"Crazy! Great Sage Equal to Heaven is crazy!"

"The Demon Court being established is still not enough; he wants to kill everyone!"

Countless messenger talismans bearing terrified cries for help flew toward every corner of the Three Realms.

Heavenly Court, temporary palace.

The Jade Emperor, curled up in a corner gnawing a peach pit, trembled his hand upon receiving the news, nearly swallowing the pit.

"I told you! I told you that it was a demon monkey!" The Jade Emperor seemed to clutch a lifeline, yet also utterly despaired,

"The realm is easy to change but nature hard to shift; he pretended to be a saint for days, finally exposed!"

"Quick! Close the Heavenly Gate! Activate all protective realm arrays!"

"No one is allowed to go out and die!"

Mount Huaguo, Demon Court.

Bull Demon King stared at the blood‑letter from Aolai Kingdom in his hand, his eyes bulging like copper bells.

"Nonsense!"

The old bull kicked the table before him to pieces, his two horns flushed bright red with anger.

"The Great Sage was just sleeping in the cave, how could he go to Aolai Kingdom to kill?"

"This is a frame‑up! It's that short‑sighted one trying to smear the Demon Court!"

Peng Demon King, with a gloomy face beside, said: "Brother, this aura… cannot be faked."

All great demons fell silent.

The aura transmitted through the talismans was domineering, ferocious, and overbearing.

Aside from that elder, the Three Realms could find no second.

"Has the Great Sage gone mad?" Lion‑Camel King muttered softly.

"Shut up!" Kong Xuan's cold, sharp voice rang.

She appeared at the hall entrance at an unknown time, holding a five‑colored feather fan, her complexion chillingly cold.

"He went to handle it."

Kong Xuan looked east, where the sky‑piercing evil aura had turned black.

"That is his tribulation, also his demon."

Above Aolai Kingdom.

Space, without warning, split open a massive fissure.

A foot stepped out.

Immediately followed, a vast sea‑like golden holy might instantly smothered the sky‑filled Black Fire.

"Which cave did you crawl out of, you stinky bug?"

Sun Wukong stood on the clouds, looking down from his height at the figure in the ruins that was exactly like himself.

Within his Fiery Golden Eyes, golden flames throbbed wildly.

That is anger.

He set rules on Mount Huaguo, preaching equality among all beings, preaching no more wanton killing.

Yet, when it turned, this thing pressed its face against his and razed the city of his old home.

This is not merely killing people; it's slapping Sun Wukong in the face.

In the ruins, that "Sun Wukong" lifted his head.

The two locked eyes.

It was like looking into a mirror.

Only the mirror's version had eyes so filthy they made one want to vomit.

"Am I a stinky bug?"

The impostor grinned, showing a blood‑stained fang.

"Then what are you?"

"I am you, Sun Wukong."

The impostor's body swayed, appearing midair, eye‑to‑eye with Sun Wukong.

He pointed to his still‑beating heart.

"I am the hatred you felt when you were sealed under the Wǔxíng Shān, day and night craving to devour people."

"I am the rage you harbored when you were mocked as a monkey, wanting to slay every god and Buddha in the sky."

"I am the part of your 'thrill' that you ripped out to become a Saint."

The impostor grew more excited, the black staff in his hand buzzed, emitting a heart‑pounding demonic aura.

"Do you even deserve to be called Great Sage?"

Sun Wukong sneered, tugged at his ear.

"Back then, I, Old Sun, killed people—those who bullied me, those who blocked my way."

"You, a coward who only bullies Mortals, dare wear that face?"

Before the words fell.

Sun Wukong moved.

No flashy divine skill, just a simple, straightforward strike.

The Golden Cudgel turned into a golden bolt of lightning, smashing down.

This strike, born of anger, could shatter a star.

"Clang!"

A deafening boom cracked the surrounding space, tearing it inch by inch.

Sun Wukong frowned.

He caught it.

The impostor, one hand holding the black staff, forced the Golden Cudgel to halt.

Although his legs were crushed into the void by the blow, his smile only deepened.

"Your strength is decent."

The impostor's arm muscles bulged, the black demonic pattern writhing like a living thing.

"Too bad, I have that much strength too."

"Boom!"

The two staffs collided, the explosive shockwave re‑plowed the ruins below.

Sun Wukong felt a numbness at his tiger‑mouth.

"Now that's interesting."

This thing not only looks alike, its flesh's durability is almost identical to his.

"You are a severed corpse of evil."

Sun Wukong used the momentum to retreat, finally seeing the opponent's roots.

In theory, cutting three corpses proves the Dao, and the severed body remains under the original's control.

But this thing clearly lost control.

And it's absurdly strong.

"I am the corpse, and I am the Primordial Source."

The impostor snarled and lunged, his black staff swirling densely, each strike aimed at Sun Wukong's vital points.

"All the murderous qi of this world feeds me."

"All the thoughts you suppressed feed me."

"Sun Wukong, have you become a Saint and a fool? Still caring about the lives of ants?"

"Why not let me devour you, merge into one, pierce the Three Realms, and trample those lofty Saints as urinals—wouldn't that be bliss?"

"Noisy!"

Sun Wukong was also blasted with true fire.

The cloak behind him rustled, his Mixed Origin Saint Power erupted without reservation.

"Law of Heaven, Image of Earth!"

A towering golden demonic ape phantom, ten thousand meters high, rose instantly between Heaven and Earth.

"You can do it, can't I?"

The impostor let out another loud roar.

Black aura surged, and a massive black demonic ape phantom of equal size coalesced into form.

The two colossal beings collided in the skies above Aolai Kingdom.

Each impact triggered a small earthquake.

Sea water surged back, and mountains crumbled.

The great beings of the Three Realms were all stunned.

They could not tell which was real and which was fake.

All they saw were two world‑destroying demon gods engaged in the most primal, savage slaughter.

"This... is this the might of a Saint?"

Outside the Lingxiao Hall of the Heavenly Court, Nezha stood on his wind‑fire wheels, watched the scene in the Haotian Mirror, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He had always thought his gap with the monkey was not large.

Now it seemed that when the monkey beat him before, it truly hadn't used any force.

"Something's off."

Inside Water Curtain Cave, Kong Xuan watched the battle, his brows tightening further.

Sun Wukong, though holding the advantage, pressed the impostor in combat.

But the impostor was like an unkillable cockroach.

The more they fought, the crazier it became, and the demonic aura on its body grew denser.

It even absorbed the destructive energy generated by the surrounding battle to repair itself.

"It's getting stronger."

Kong Xuan sprang to his feet.

"That thing is looting the laws of Heaven and Earth through combat."

At the battlefield's center.

Sun Wukong also noticed the issue.

A staff smashed the impostor's arm; the next second, black aura swirled, and the arm grew back.

Moreover, the newly regrown arm was thicker than before, covered with a layer of eerie scales.

"Can't be killed?"

A flash of ferocity flickered in Sun Wukong's eyes.

"Then I'll beat you until not even a scrap remains!"

He withdrew Heavenly Law and Earthly Image, his form instantly shrank, and his speed surged a hundredfold.

"Freeze!"

The word "Freeze" left his mouth.

Words Follow Law.

The surrounding space solidified in an instant.

The impostor's body paused briefly.

In that one‑in‑a‑thousand‑second pause,

the Golden Cudgel, bearing Chaos True Fire, drove forcefully into the impostor's chest.

"Pfft!"

The staff pierced straight through.

Sun Wukong twitched his wrist; Chaos True Fire erupted, aiming to burn the corpse from within to ash.

"Got you."

The impostor not only didn't scream, but slammed both hands onto the Golden Cudgel.

He bowed his head, stared at the rod lodged in his chest, and let out a hoarse, eerie laugh.

"You think I'm fighting you?"

"I've been waiting for you to come close, true form."

Countless black tendrils suddenly erupted from the impostor's wound, crazily climbing up along the Golden Cudgel.

It was pure malice and curse.

Once tainted, even the Saint Dao Fruit would be polluted.

Sun Wukong tried to withdraw the staff, but found the Golden Cudgel welded to the opponent's body, unmoving.

"Give me your Saint seat."

The impostor lifted its head.

Its face was utterly twisted, features melted, becoming a bottomless black hole.

"Since you don't want to be this Saint anyway, let me take the role for you."

Black tendrils instantly coiled around Sun Wukong's arm.

A bone‑piercing chill surged straight into the Sea of Knowledge.

In that instant.

Sun Wukong felt as if he had returned to the Bāguà Lú of five hundred years ago.

Only this time it wasn't fire being burned.

It was ice.

It was despair that froze one's soul.

"Get out of the way!"

Sun Wukong let out an angry roar, his whole body blazing with golden light, trying to shatter these tentacles.

But those tentacles were terrifyingly tough; when one was shattered, two more immediately grew in its place.

"Useless."

The impostor's voice rang directly in his mind.

"I am you; how could you kill me?"

"Killing me is killing yourself."

Sun Wukong's consciousness began to blur.

That same-origin devouring feeling left him somewhat unable to exert strength.

He saw those black tentacles about to climb up his neck.

"Hum—"

Suddenly.

A wave of warmth came from his bosom.

Those were the three bamboo leaves his master gave him before departure.

One of them was slightly warm, as if sensing his master's danger.

"Crush it?"

That thought had just arisen when Sun Wukong snuffed it out.

"To deal with you, an impostor, I have to use my master's things?"

"Then my cultivation would have been for nothing!"

Sun Wukong bit the tip of his tongue.

The intense pain cleared his mind a little.

He loosened his grip on the Golden Cudgel with one hand.

His five fingers spread, and in his palm a cluster of power never before displayed was gathering.

That was not the Holy Power of the Primordial Unity.

Nor was it the Chaos True Fire.

That was a trace he had realized while watching the little monkeys play on Mount Huaguo, watching the demon court established, watching the myriad lights of homes.

The intention to protect.

"You say you are my hatred."

Sun Wukong looked at the pitch-black monster before him, the corner of his mouth cracking into a feral arc.

"Do you know?"

"What I, Old Sun, have the most of in my heart right now..."

"... is this home."

"Smack!"

That palm, glowing with a soft white light, slammed hard onto the impostor's faceless visage.

"Crisp."

"Loud."

Just like an old father disciplining a disobedient son.

"Spit it out for me!"

"Boom!"

White light exploded.

That seemingly weak force, upon contacting the dark aura, instantly burst forth with a purifying power more terrifying than the sun's true fire.

The impostor let out a shrill, miserable cry, as if encountering its natural enemy, and the tentacles wrapped around Sun Wukong frantically recoiled.

"What... what is this damned thing?!"

The impostor roared in terror, not daring to seize the Golden Cudgel, and turned into a black smoke that fled thousands of miles.

He covered his face, where a deep palm print had been gouged out, still emitting white smoke, utterly unable to heal.

Sun Wukong reached out, retrieved his Golden Cudgel, and shook off the black blood on it.

Looking at his own palm, he also felt a bit dazed.

That slap just now felt pretty satisfying, didn't it?

"Is this the human heart?"

Sun Wukong pondered.

In the distance, the impostor's gaze toward Sun Wukong finally changed.

No longer greedy, but wary.

Deeply wary.

"You've changed too."

The impostor gritted his teeth, "Sun Wukong, you've become weak! You actually have humanity!"

"Weak or not, come try again?"

Sun Wukong pointed his Golden Cudgel, and his fighting spirit reignited.

"If I don't beat you back to your original form and stuff you into a latrine today, I'll take your surname!"

The impostor looked at that imposing figure, his eyes flickering for a moment.

He sensed danger.

That kind of white light specifically counters him.

Good.

Sun Wukong, I've noted this debt.

The impostor let out a cold laugh, and the space behind him suddenly split open into a vortex.

I'll go find that woman named Kong Xuan and have a talk.

Since you've acquired humanity, you now have a weakness.

I wonder what expression you'd have if someone plucked that peacock's feathers and roasted it to eat.

Having said that, he didn't give Sun Wukong any chance to act, directly diving into the vortex and disappearing.

Stop!

Sun Wukong swung his staff, but only shattered an afterimage.

That name.

Kong Xuan.

These two characters are like a thorn, piercing Sun Wukong's most sensitive nerve.

Courting death.

Sun Wukong stood on the clouds, his face grim enough to drip water.

He put away his Golden Cudgel, turned, and looked toward Mount Huaguo.

In his Fiery Golden Eyes, killing intent not only didn't dissipate, but condensed into substance.

Dare to move her?

Looks like this fight isn't over yet.

It's only just begun.

ps: My cold is almost better; I'll try to update more each day from now on, thanks for everyone's support!

Every time I see your urging for updates, I'm happy! I truly can't wait to write more,

Lately I've been feeling weak, so updates have been few; I hope you'll understand! Sorry for taking up your time,

Those with time can leave more comments, give some urging, and give me motivation! Thanks!