Chapter 61: Upon entering Bone City, Saints become hounds

Sun Wukong stood before that enormous wanted poster, motionless.

He gazed at his master's face, smooth and jade-like.

He stared at the lines of glaring bounty text below.

The astonishment and worry on his face were gradually replaced by an extremely strange ecstasy.

Ha ha...

Hahahaha!

He wanted to burst out laughing, but forcibly held it in, his chest heaving violently.

You old bastard!

You made Old Monkey worry for ages!

Turns out he wasn't being hunted; he was just having too much fun killing, and summoned his disciple to come play!

He restrained all his emotions, the fervor in his eyes covered by a sheet of icy calm.

Sun Wukong transformed his form.

He turned into the likeness of a Chaotic Remnant Clan member with two horns on its head, whose aura was only at Golden Immortal level, the one he had casually crushed to death in the Chaos Realm.

He hunched his body, lowered his head, and blended into the torrent of odd-shaped living beings around him.

Step by step, he walked toward the massive city forged from stellar bones.

The city's name, Bone City.

As he neared the gate, a pressure as vast as mountains and seas came rushing at him.

On either side of the gate, two rows of guards clad in pallid bone armor stood like statues.

Their faces were expressionless, eyes hollow.

Yet the aura emanating from each of them was unmistakably Saint-level!

Sun Wukong's heart sank sharply.

Saint.

In the primordial wilderness, that is an existence standing atop all beings, indestructible through myriad calamities.

But here...

they're just gatekeepers?

This damned place is somewhat interesting.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, lowered his head, and followed the crowd into the gate.

Inside the city was another scene.

The streets were so wide the edges vanished, the ground paved with some black jade that reflected the pallid light of the "Black Sun" overhead.

The air was filled with a strange odor mixing rust, sulfur, and the Decay Law.

Sun Wukong hadn't yet had a chance to examine closely.

Just then, a few harsh discussion voices reached his ears.

"Hey, have you heard? That country bumpkin from the wilderness named Bodhi really has a fat gall."

The speaker was a creature covered head to toe in cyan scales, with a lizard-like head.

His companions nearby also had robust auras, and they were all Saint-level powerhouses as well.

At that moment, they were pointing at the huge wanted poster inside the gate, chatting.

"No kidding," another Demon God Descendant with three eyes chimed in, "What kind of shit luck—just crawled out of that dump and dared to provoke the Pantheon's majesty?"

"So what if you slew the Howling Demon God? In the Pantheon's official roster, that guy is just bottom‑tier trash!"

The scaled fellow snorted disdainfully.

"In this Bone City, if you're a dragon you coil for me, if you're a tiger you lie down for me!"

"The rules here aren't something an outsider like him can break!"

"Just wait and see—the Pantheon has already sent out the 'Hound'; before long, this old man's skin will be hung on the city wall as decoration!"

The few laughed loudly, ignoring everyone else, their words full of contempt and mockery for the name "Bodhi."

In Sun Wukong's heart.

The battle fervor that had just risen, ready to go all out.

Solidified in an instant.

Turned into a killing intent colder than the Chaotic Gale Wind!

Every word of this bunch of trash.

Were like nails forged with ten‑thousand‑year‑old deadly poison.

Viciously driven into the reverse scale he called "Master"!

Just then.

The scaled fellow turned around and happened to collide with the head‑lowered Sun Wukong.

He staggered a moment, his face showing extreme disgust.

He couldn't even be bothered to look down to see what he'd hit.

He lifted his foot, about to kick the "shorty" blocking the way aside.

But his companion tugged him.

"Forget it, don't cause trouble at the gate—the Bone King doesn't like the ground here getting dirty."

The scaled fellow then relented.

He shoved Sun Wukong away with disgust.

"Get lost, shorty, don't block the way!"

Sun Wukong didn't move.

He wasn't even pushed the slightest, still like a stubborn stone rooted deep in the earth.

He just slowly, slowly lifted his head.

On that face belonging to the Chaotic Remnant Clan, ugly and hunched, a pair of eyes shone terrifyingly.

In the depths of the golden pupils, a flash of dark red ferocious light, fleeting.

His voice was terrifyingly calm.

Like the deepest dead water beneath the Nine Springs.

"You, say that again?"

That Scale Armor Demon God Descendant was stunned.

He didn't expect that an ant-like weakling, whose aura is only at Golden Immortal level, would be trash.

After being shoved by himself, not only didn't roll away, but dared to speak to me in this tone?

His companions beside him also froze, then all showed a look of watching the show.

"Huh?"

The Scale Armor guy laughed angrily, he lowered his head, finally saw Sun Wukong's appearance.

"A Golden Immortal-level ant, dare to defy me?"

He sneered, raising his claw covered in scales.

At the tip of the claw, destructive law light shone, the surrounding air torn, emitting a piercing screech.

"Looks like today I'll personally dirty this ground."

"Courting death!"

As the words fell, that claw capable of easily tearing apart a small world, filled with killing intent, fiercely grabbed down at Sun Wukong's celestial cap.

The surrounding living beings instantly scattered like a tide, fleeing far away in terror.

They seemed to have seen that ignorant shorty, being pinched into blood mist by a claw.

In this Bone City, offending superiors is a capital crime!

However.

The anticipated scene of flesh and blood flying did not appear.

Time, as if paused at this moment.

That claw containing the Saint's Law, stopped atop Sun Wukong's head, unable to advance even an inch.

One hand.

A hand extending from the tattered sleeve of that hunched body, looking ordinary, lightly grabbing the Scale Armor Saint's wrist.

"Crack——!"

A crisp bone-crack sound that made all surrounding living beings' scalps tingle echoed through the street.

It wasn't the hand's bone that broke.

But the claw's wrist was forcibly bent backward at an unimaginable angle!

"Ahhhhh——!"

The shrill wail finally broke the deathly silence.

The ferocious grin on the Scale Armor Saint's face instantly froze, replaced by extreme pain and disbelief.

He watched helplessly as his wrist was twisted into a knot by that seemingly feeble hand.

Excruciating pain, like a tide, flooded his divine soul!

"This old Sun, let you say it again."

That "shorty" still kept his head low, but his voice held a hint of impatience.

"Are your ears deaf?"

Before the words even fell.

Sun Wukong grabbed his wrist and jerked down hard!

"Rip——!"

Accompanied by a sound of flesh tearing that makes teeth ache.

The Scale Armor Saint's entire arm, together with his shoulder, was actually torn off by Sun Wukong from his body!

Black-purple saint's blood spurted out like a fountain!

The Scale Armor Saint painfully knelt on the ground, his other hand tightly covering his shoulder wound, his face full of fear.

How could it be!

A Golden Immortal...

No!

This is absolutely not a Golden Immortal!

This pure power that makes his divine soul tremble...

It is the Chaotic Demon God!

Around, all the living beings watching the spectacle were dumbfounded.

Those few Saints who traveled with the Scale Armor Saint, their teasing expressions vanished, each face deathly pale, bodies stiff, not daring to breathe.

Sun Wukong casually threw away that arm still twitching.

He stepped forward, placed a foot on the Scale Armor Saint's face, firmly pressing his pained, twisted face into the hard ground.

"This 'Pantheon'."

He looked down from above, voice icy.

What the hell is this?

Also, what the hell is that 'Bone King'?

Speak.

If you can't explain it clearly, I, Old Sun, will pull out your bones one by one and make a nest for you right here at the city gate.