Chapter 1845

Without further hesitation, Sun Wukong swung his staff, performed a somersault cloud, and arrived in front of the Holy Infant King. The staff in his hand traced streaks of golden light, crisscrossing as he struck down at him.

This Holy Infant King frowned. Although his cultivation was already considered high among demons, Sun Wukong had long since broken through the greater part of the Daluo Jinxian realm and was also burdened with various combat techniques.

The spear in his hand swept and struck, but it couldn't match Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang at all. In less than a quarter of an hour, he was only able to parry, and it looked like he was about to be defeated.

"Kid, weren't you arrogant just now? With this bit of cultivation, you dare to provoke old Sun?"

Sun Wukong's mouth curled into a smug smile, his gaze fixed on him.

"Hmph! Have you won?"

The Holy Infant King let out a cold snort, his spear carving out a huge crescent slash, and then, using the rebound force, he retreated backward.

Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed, thinking he was about to flee, and immediately gathered his energy to chase after him.

But just at this moment, he saw the Holy Infant King raise his left hand and strike his own nose violently.

This action also made Sun Wukong feel extremely puzzled, and following his movement, a mass of dazzling red light suddenly appeared on his nose.

"Whoosh!"

A burst of scorching flames erupted, tracing a brilliant trajectory in the air as it headed straight for Sun Wukong.

This scene stunned Sun Wukong. It turned out that this Samadhi True Fire wasn't unleashed by any magic treasure at all; this Holy Infant King was likely born with the ability to breathe Samadhi True Fire.

Sun Wukong frowned, not daring to be negligent, as he had already witnessed the power of this Samadhi True Fire at Pingding Mountain.

Compared to those two demon kings, Golden Horn and Silver Horn, who needed the Banana Fan to use Samadhi True Fire, this Holy Infant King could breathe fire on his own—the difference was truly immense.

However, one thing Sun Wukong couldn't figure out was why a little demon like him would have Samadhi True Fire in his body.

Seeing the scorching heat wave approaching, even from several dozen meters away, he could already feel the burning pain on his skin, and some of the hair on his body even began to burn.

This was definitely not an ordinary flame; it had to be Samadhi True Fire.

Sun Wukong did a backflip in the air, his figure quickly jumping to the left to dodge the flame.

And just at this moment, the Holy Infant King thrust his spear and killed him directly.

He saw his wrist move, and the spear tip scattered like raindrops, revealing a chilling, piercing light.

Sun Wukong gripped his Jingu Bang tightly and swung it horizontally, wanting to block these attacks.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The air constantly emitted the crisp sounds of weapons colliding, with bursts of dazzling sparks.

Sun Wukong twisted his body in the air, gripped the Jingu Bang with both hands, and was about to give him a full-force strike.

But just at this moment, he saw the Holy Infant King stop his attack, and there was even a smug smile on his face.

As Sun Wukong's staff came crashing down, he quickly struck his nose a few more times, and a huge red light appeared on his nose.

"Boom!"

This time, the flame was even more scorching than before, with a wider range, and it presented a sky-covering momentum.

Sun Wukong couldn't bear the intense burning pain at all, and the strength in his hands loosened significantly. The sky-filling fire covered him directly, and he had nowhere left to retreat.

Sun Wukong only saw that the entire sky had been dyed red, and even the white clouds were being burned, and he was helplessly surrounded by the Samadhi True Fire.