Chapter 88: Under the straw hat, the former saint was as humble as a dog!

The old man wearing a straw hat walked step by step toward the auction platform.

He walked very slowly, and each time his withered wood cane touched the ground, it made a muffled 'thud'.

The sound was not loud.

Yet it strangely overwhelmed the heartbeat of every living being in the hall.

The entire venue, filled with tens of thousands of Quasi-Saints and Saints, at this moment,

they all felt their hearts being ruthlessly clenched by an invisible giant hand!

Their breathing became extremely difficult.

It seemed as if each step the old man took was not on the ground, but on their Dao Hearts!

Yao's face had turned deathly pale.

She clung tightly to Sun Wukong's robe, her Original Spirit trembling.

"Master...... this...... this person...... is so terrifying!"

"His Xiūwéi, I fear, has already surpassed that of an ordinary Saint King!"

Sun Wukong shouldered the Golden Cudgel, watching the slowly approaching figure, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh?"

"Really?"

Finally, the old man reached the auction platform.

He stopped a few steps away from Sun Wukong.

No extra words.

A vast power as boundless as a sea of smoke, ancient as the dawn of Chaos, surged forth as his Original Spirit,

It instantly burst from beneath his straw hat like an invisible great net, descending upon Sun Wukong!

This Original Spirit power was overbearing to the extreme!

It seemed to want to examine every particle of Sun Wukong, from flesh to Original Spirit, from past to present, with perfect clarity!

Below the stage, countless Living Beings turned deathly pale in an instant under this pressure,

Those with weaker cultivation collapsed directly onto their seats, unable even to stand!

"He is the Ninth Elder of the Mutual Exchange!"

"This divine sense...... is too terrifying! Stronger than any Saint King I have ever seen!"

"This monkey is dead meat! Dare to act arrogantly before the Ninth Elder!"

In the upstairs private box, the Jiemie Demon God even revealed a hint of a cruel smile.

He knew very well the strength of the Ninth Elder.

This clueless monkey will soon pay with blood for his arrogance!

However.

Just as that great net of Original Spirit was about to touch Sun Wukong,

"Hmph."

A light, dismissive snort escaped from Sun Wukong's nostrils.

He didn't even move.

He merely released a faint tremor of the dormant Chaos Demon Ape aura within his body.

In that instant!

The great net of Original Spirit, capable of making a Saint King change countenance, was like snow exposed to the scorching sun,

without raising a ripple, it instantly melted, evaporated, and vanished without a trace!

As if it had never appeared.

"Pfft!"

The Ninth Elder's body shuddered violently!

His stooped frame shook violently, and a stifled groan escaped from beneath his straw hat!

Obviously, in this silent clash, he suffered a great loss!

The entire venue instantly fell into deathly silence!

All the Living Beings who had been waiting to watch the show froze, their mockery and glee locked in place!

What did they see?

The Ninth Elder's divine sense probe, capable of crushing a Saint King, was actually shattered by that monkey...... with just a single snort?!

How is this possible!

Just what background does this monkey have?!

The Jiemie Demon God's pupils also contracted sharply at this moment, his cold smile freezing solid.

The Ninth Elder could no longer attend to anyone else's reactions.

In his heart, a tremendous wave had already arisen!

Fear Heart Demon!

A Fear Heart Demon unlike any before surged wildly from the depths of his Original Spirit!

At that moment just now, he felt his divine sense was not crushed,

but was directly erased by a higher, more overbearing, more primal law!

Before that aura, his proud cultivation was nothing but a joke!

"Sir......"

The Ninth Elder's voice became hoarse beyond measure, even carrying a barely perceptible tremor.

He suppressed the shock in his heart, bowed deeply toward Sun Wukong.

"Please… please reveal a trace of Primordial Source aura, so that I may appraise it."

His posture had already been lowered to the utmost.

Because he knew that what he faced was an unimaginably terrifying existence!

Upon hearing those words, Yao down below finally came to her senses from the shock.

She let out a long breath, secretly thinking: "Master is truly unfathomable!"

As long as Master reveals the aura of the Pangu Bloodline, it will be enough to suppress the entire crowd!

However.

But Sun Wukong's next move left everyone stunned.

He released no aura.

Instead, he shouldered the Golden Cudgel and took two steps forward.

He brought his furry monkey face close to the Ninth Elder's bamboo hat, so near he could almost feel the other's breath.

Sun Wukong gave a heh-heh smile, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth, his eyes full of mockery.

"Appraise the Primordial Source?"

"No need for all that trouble."

"Come closer, take a good look at this face of mine, Old Monkey."

"Take a look, is this face of this old monkey worth a drop of Pangu blood?"

As soon as he said that, the whole place erupted in an uproar!

"Crazy! This monkey is absolutely crazy!"

"He actually dares to speak to the Ninth Elder like that?"

"Who does he think he is? Letting the Ninth Elder look at his face? Is his face more precious than the Pangu Bloodline?"

Yao down below was so anxious she almost jumped up!

Master, what on earth are you doing!

This is literally playing with fire!

Even the Jiemie Demon God thought this monkey might have a screw loose, daring to toy with the Ninth Elder like that!

The Ninth Elder's body visibly stiffened.

He could feel those eyes before the bamboo hat,

carrying a cat-toying-with-a-mouse kind of amusement, gazing at himself.

A tremendous sense of shame welled up in his heart.

He is the Ninth Elder of the Wan Jie Exchange Hall, an existence that has lived through countless eons—when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

But just thinking of that overbearing aura beyond comprehension just now,

the anger in his heart was doused with a bucket of ice water, leaving it completely dry.

He dared not lash out.

He didn't even dare show the slightest disrespect.

Under the gaze of all living beings in the hall, which looked at him as if he were a fool.

The Ninth Elder, after a silence of three full breaths,

actually… forced himself to grit his teeth and walk two steps closer to Sun Wukong.

He was forced to lower his body even further.

Through the narrow gap at the edge of the bamboo hat,

he finally made out Sun Wukong's ambiguous-smiling, furry face.

When his line of sight met Sun Wukong's golden,

pupils that seemed able to pierce all falsehood, locking onto his at that instant—

Boom!

The Ninth Elder's entire body felt as if struck violently on the crown of the head by the most terrifying Chaos Divine Thunder from above Jiǔtiān!

His mind went completely blank!

A fear springing from the deepest depths of the Línghún, even surpassing death itself, instantly devoured all his reason.

Those eyes hidden beneath the bamboo hat suddenly widened,

their eyeballs suffused with Bloodshot, bursting forth endless dread, terror, and a despair that pierced to the marrow!

It seemed as if what he saw was not a monkey face!

but an ultimate terror ten thousand times more frightening than the end of the Chaos Realm, more terrifying than the wearing away of the Dao!

"Ah……"

A non-human scream, filled with fear, was squeezed from his throat.

Then.

In the midst of all living beings in the hall, their gazes stunned to the point their eyes almost popped out,

this Ninth Elder of the Wan Jie Exchange Hall, whose aura was unfathomable and status supremely noble,

His legs went weak.

"Plop!"

A tremendous boom!

He actually just fell straight to his knees before Sun Wukong!

Before the crowd could even react.

An even more jaw-dropping scene then unfolded!

This Ninth Elder, his whole body trembling violently like chaff in a sieve, actually began to kowtow madly to Sun Wukong!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

He exerted all his strength; each kowtow made the extremely hard auction platform emit a deep, thunderous boom!

His demeanor was humble to the extreme!

Just like a Mortal, kowtowing to a deity who holds sway over his life and death!

Because the movements were too violent, the straw hat on his head could no longer stay put, rolling away with a 'gurulu' sound.

A face that was weathered, gaunt, etched with hardship and suffering,

yet which Sun Wukong found incredibly familiar, was now exposed to everyone's sight!

Sun Wukong looked at that face, and the amusement on his own face grew even stronger.

Yao, meanwhile, was completely dumbfounded; she did not recognize that face,

but she could sense that this old man had been scared out of his wits!

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone was stunned!

What on earth is going on?!

Just then!

In the most luxurious private booth on the second floor,

suddenly came a scream filled with disbelief and utter horror!

That voice came from none other than the ever-lofty Jiemie Demon God!

His eyes bulged round as he stared fixedly at the face on the stage, kneeling and kowtowing,

as if he had seen a ghost, he cried out hoarsely:

"Welcoming Dàorén?!"

"You… how… how could you be here?!"

"You shouldn't be in the primordial pigpen… you… you actually kowtowed to a monkey?!"