Chapter 62: Rules? Old Sun himself is the rule!

The claw, covered with destructive laws, rapidly enlarged within Sun Wukong's pupil.

The surrounding Chaos Realm Living Beings already wore cruel, excited expressions, anticipating a scene of flesh splattering.

In Bone City, weakness itself is Yuanzu.

Sun Wukong didn't even lift his head.

He simply extended a hand.

The hand, protruding from a tattered sleeve, was gaunt, ordinary, showing no sign of magical flux.

Yet this hand moved at a speed that defied the normal rules of space and time, arriving before it left.

The claw was still midair.

The hand precisely grasped the Scale Armor Saint's stout wrist.

"Hm?"

The Scale Armor Saint's sneer froze on their face.

They felt their wrist as if locked by a shackle forged from Chaos Realm Divine Iron, immobile.

A foreboding surged wildly from their Divine Soul's depths.

What is happening?

They tried to pull back, but discovered that the seemingly frail palm,

was like a singularity of a Universe, containing a terrifying power beyond their comprehension.

"Crack—!"

A crystal‑clear bone‑cracking sound rang through the entire Deathly Silence street.

The sound was harsher than any clash of artifacts,

piercing straight into every Living Being present, making their Divine Souls shiver.

The Scale Armor Saint lowered their head.

They saw their wrist, capable of crushing stars.

At this moment, it was folding backward at a bizarre angle,

the stark white bone splinter pierced the tough Scale Armor, exposed to the Chaos Realm air.

The excruciating pain erupted like a volcano at that instant!

"You…"

Their astonishment was swiftly replaced by boundless fear, and their other hand instinctively tried to summon a treasure.

Sun Wukong gave them no chance.

"Noisy."

He spat out two words.

The five fingers gripping the opponent's wrist suddenly exerted force!

"Bang!"

It wasn't a fracture.

It was a shattering!

The Scale Armor Saint's proud Saint-level flesh,

exploded inch by inch from the wrist, turning into a sky of black‑purple flesh and blood powder!

This terrifying force surged like a hot knife through butter, spreading along the arm!

"Ah—!"

The Scale Armor Saint finally let out a mournful Cànjiào unlike that of a Living Being.

They tried to flee, to self‑detonate, to do anything to break free.

But Sun Wukong's other hand, at some unknown moment, had pressed onto their Tianling Cover.

A will terrifying millions of times more than flesh's destruction,

like a red‑hot iron awl, brutally thrust into their Sea of Consciousness!

Soul Search!

The Scale Armor Saint's Cànjiào abruptly ceased, their body convulsed violently,

eyes rolling white, drooling a mixture of Divine Soul fragments.

In their Sea of Consciousness, memories of 'Bone City', of 'Pantheon',

of the mysterious city lord 'Bone Lord'… all memories,

were brutally perused, torn, and devoured by an irresistible force.

Nearby, the few Saint-level strong ones accompanying the Scale Armor Saint were completely stunned.

Their mocking and scornful expressions had long vanished, replaced by a pall of dead ash.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, teeth chattering, even the thought of fleeing could not arise.

That was not a battle.

It was a crushing, a slaughter.

A Golden Immortal, considered by them not even an ant, used only one hand,

to toy with a peer Saint between the palm, life and death at its whim.

"Buzz—!"

At that moment, sharp Alert sounds rose skyward from all corners of the city.

Space twisted.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

More than ten figures clad in grim white bone armor instantly appeared on the street, encircling Sun Wukong on all sides.

They each bore standard bone long halberds, the tips pointing at Sun Wukong, forming an airtight battle formation.

The overwhelming killing intent, like solid ice, froze this space completely.

Each bone‑armored guard is a Saint!

The leading guard captain, beneath his helmet, had only two flickering azure soul flames.

His voice carried no trace of feeling, like a mechanical proclamation.

"Bone City, private fights prohibited."

"Violators…"

"Death!"

"Boom!"

When the final "Death" fell, the pressure of more than ten Saints converged into a torrent, crushing down on Sun Wukong at the center!

This force could instantly crush an ordinary Saint into a pulp of flesh!

Sun Wukong finally released his grip.

The Scale Armor Saint whose soul had been searched to completion,

had become a hollow shell stripped of all Divine Soul and Vitality, collapsing softly onto the ground.

Facing that terrifying pressure capable of crushing the Chaos Realm, Sun Wukong's hunched body did not even sway once.

He did not even glance at the bone‑armored guards surrounding him.

He simply, slowly, reached into his ear and extracted a tiny, embroidery‑needle‑like object.

The object was wholly dark‑gold, its surface covered with ancient, mysterious patterns, as if inscribed with the primal truths of the Dao's opening.

He placed the "embroidery needle" at his lips and gave a gentle blow.

"Long!"

Boom——!!!

A pillar‑spanning Divine Iron suddenly erupted in Bone City!

The Divine Iron surged with the Storm, its dark‑gold light piercing the clouds, a force that could make ten thousand realms submit,

and the terrifying pressure that makes the Chaos Realm shudder, like a awakened ancient behemoth, burst forth!

Golden Cudgel!

Bone City's grim white "Black Sun" appeared dim and lifeless against the dark‑gold radiance.

All Living Beings, regardless of Xiūwéi level, at this moment,

felt their Divine Soul trembling, as if they beheld a ruler surpassing all.

"Rules?"

Sun Wukong grinned, showing a row of stark white teeth; his expression was the long‑suppressed defiance and wildness.

He slammed the massive Golden Cudgel heavily onto the ground beneath him!

"Dong!"

A muffled thud.

The entire wide street, paved with stellar bones and etched with countless defensive formations,

cracked open like a spiderweb instantly, centered on the point where the Golden Cudgel struck.

Countless bottomless fissures spread wildly in all directions!

The battle formation formed by the more than ten Saint guards, under the impact of this pure force,

all stepped back a pace, their formation trembling slightly.

Sun Wukong hoisted the Golden Cudgel, and within his Fiery Golden Eyes blazed a golden flame that chilled even Saints.

He scanned the terrified guards around him and declared, word by word.

"From now on."

"I, Old Sun, am the rule!"

Before the words finished.

He bent his knees slightly and launched himself skyward like a cannonball!

In Mid-Air, he clenched with both hands the towering pillar that seemed capable of piercing the entire Chaos Realm,

pouring his internal mixed‑origin Saint power into it without reservation!

The Golden Cudgel emitted a blood‑thirsty hum, its dark‑gold patterns lighting up one by one!

Sun Wukong's silhouette overlapped with that Black Sun.

He raised the Golden Cudgel high, bearing an unrivaled momentum that could sweep the six directions and level the eight realms,

aimed at the dozen Saint guards forming a formation below, and the half‑length bustling street.

Fiercely.

He smashed it down!

This strike made no sound.

Because all Chaos Realm currents, before this absolute force,

were compressed and evacuated, forming an absolute vacuum!

This blow would shatter not only the guards, not only the street.

but also the city's foremost iron law of existence!

"Give me, Old Sun... break!"