Chapter 593

This time the capture of Tang Sanzang was arranged by Golden Horn, though he didn't take it too seriously.

He just made a rough arrangement and that was it.

After receiving the news that Tang Sanzang had been captured, he rushed back, only to find the Immortal Palace city in utter chaos, with Sun Wukong showing off his might in his home, instantly igniting his fury.

This is not what was arranged.

And what's the situation with that Tang Sanzang? Calmly sitting on his horse, has he already been rescued by the Monkey King?

What on earth is Silver Horn doing?

"Silver Horn..." Golden Horn's gaze swept over the Immortal Palace, not seeing Silver Horn's figure, but unexpectedly catching a whiff of a certain smell.

This is the smell of blood, and it's normal to have a bloody smell.

Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the city, leaving it in ruins, many demons died, and several of his demon generals even became shapeless corpses, so the bloody smell is natural and quite strong.

But mixed in with the bloody smell, there is a lingering scent that makes Golden Horn feel familiar.

That scent comes from Silver Horn—it is Silver Horn's blood!

Silver Horn saw some bloodstains in the Immortal Palace, and those bloodstains belong to Silver Horn!

"Where is Silver Horn?" Golden Horn's face darkened as he spoke.

The surrounding demons were in utter chaos, either fleeing everywhere or kneeling to one side shouting, "Long live the king!"

Golden Horn couldn't be bothered with them; these fellows probably didn't even know what had happened, so it might as well be Sun Wukong answering.

"Can't you tell?" Sun Wukong mocked, "He's dead—died together with that old fox."

"Nonsense! Courting death!"

Golden Horn pointed with his sword finger, and the flying swords hovering beside him lunged at Sun Wukong.

A muffled thunderous sound echoed, and the sword light formed into lightning.

Sword Qi Thunderclap!

Whether in strength or in swordsmanship attainment, Golden Horn far surpasses Silver Horn.

Silver Horn is still merely utilizing the Seven Star Sword's function, while Golden Horn's flying swords have already transcended that path.

The Golden Cudgel sliced through the void, a golden light colliding with the lightning.

Blinding light burst forth, then vanished in an instant; Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel with both hands and lifted it upward, nearly having his grip torn away by a single sword strike.

But the flying swords spun in midair, splitting into dozens of sword lights that intertwined into a net, enclosing Sun Wukong.

Sword Qi Transformed into Threads!

Compared to the thunderous strike of Sword Qi Thunderclap, this move is slightly weaker in power, but its effect is greater.

The fine, dense sword lights crisscrossed like silk threads, and Sun Wukong's body immediately bore numerous slender wounds, blood staining his dark brown fur and clothes.

"Where is Silver Horn?" Golden Horn asked calmly from above.

"To hell with you! Wait a moment, and your grandfather Sun will send you down there!" Sun Wukong, though at a disadvantage, refused to yield, showing no weakness.

Only his frenzied aura grew more pronounced, his defiance overflowing.

"Hmph." Golden Horn snorted coldly, pinched his hand seal, and the sword light suddenly accelerated, sweeping past Sun Wukong's right arm.

One arm was severed by the sword light and fell to the ground.

In moments it turned into a puff of ashes, and the severed arm's site regrew a new arm.

Indestructible Diamond Body.

Such injuries should be trivial to Sun Wukong, but his face was terrifyingly fierce, the pain of the severed arm clearly unbearable—far from ordinary discomfort.

"Roar!"

Sun Wukong let out a furious roar, and the golden staff in his hand, along with his form, began to expand.

The surrounding sword threads were forcibly broken, blood streaming from his body, covered in wounds, yet he had already transformed into a super giant ape over a hundred meters tall.

His tail swept across, directly reducing the area behind him to ruins.

The Golden Cudgel rose like a heaven-supporting pillar, Mount Tai pressing down, smashing toward Golden Horn.

Golden Horn remained composed, retracted his flying swords, and dodged the descending heaven-supporting pillar.

The transformed Sun Wukong waved the Golden Cudgel, shouting as wind rose, a raging storm sweeping through the city, blowing sand and stones.

Touch it and you're injured, strike it and you die—enough to easily shatter mountain peaks.

But Golden Horn danced lightly through the air, maneuvering in midair, the enormous Golden Cudgel seeming like a cannon firing at mosquitoes—powerful enough, yet unable to touch him.

Even if Sun Wukong went all out, swinging the massive staff to leave heavy afterimages, enveloping the surrounding space.

Golden Horn could still fly out from the gaps, and moreover, he darted past Sun Wukong's flank like a worm, occasionally bringing forth a spray of blood.

Sun Wukong roared again and again, yet could do nothing to him.

"He's enjoying himself," Zhu Bajie said quietly.

It's clear that Golden Horn is handling this with ease, currently enjoying the battle.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong's condition is also quite strange, his displayed strength even inferior to when he fought Tang Luo.

He inexplicably weakened by a notch.

If it were the Sun Wukong who fought Tang Luo, even if he couldn't defeat Golden Horn, he wouldn't be so easily toyed with.

Vast amounts of blood poured down, as if it were raining.

Sun Wukong's right hand was coiled by sword light, revealing stark white bone in his forearm, nearly unable to grip the Golden Cudgel.

"Tell me, where is Silver Horn?" Golden Horn's voice came.

"Die!" came Sun Wukong's roar in reply.

Fury!

Anger burning, refusing to yield, he wanted to tear apart everything before him!

"Hahaha." Golden Horn laughed, laughing with great delight—yes, exactly this expression.

Such a posture — impotent rage.

Just like their own wretched state back then.

No matter how many times he had seen it, each time made Jinjiao feel refreshed to the core, and the deep-rooted sense of humiliation accumulated over many years was also smoothed over considerably.

Only when thoughts are unobstructed can the Dao-heart be stable, and advance a step further.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist invocation cut off Jinjiao's laughter.

Tang Luo sat on the white horse, palms pressed together: "Benefactor, don't laugh. Your laugh sounds too unpleasant."

Jinjiao's brows furrowed, then smoothed out — he suddenly realized where the wrongness lay, and it was on this monk!

The monk being rescued by Sun Wukong — that amounted to nothing, it was a normal occurrence.

But for the other party to sit so calmly on the white horse, serene and unruffled, without a trace of fear or terror on his face.

How could this be possible?

Tang Sanzang should be cowardly, stubborn, timid, ignorant, yet arrogantly conceited, a person cruel inside and forbearing outside!

Normally speaking, he should be shrinking in some corner, trembling while cursing Sun Wukong and the others for being useless, utterly unable to protect him.

But the monk sitting on the white horse right now.

Made Jinjiao involuntarily think of another person, another Tang Sanzang.

The monk with the Dharma name "Xuanzang".

Back when they were toyed with and beaten black and blue by Sun Wukong, Jinjiao caught sight of that monk standing to the side with the other disciples, watching just like this.

The two looked different, yet the bearing they exuded was identical...

No, at that time, there was a hint of eagerness in Tang Xuanzang's eyes.

Now, that feeling was gone.

Before Jinjiao could pull free of his memories, he heard that Tang Sanzang who made him feel something was off let out a clear, resonant voice: "The Dharma is boundless!"

The raging winds swirling around, the power instantly intensified.

Caught off guard, Jinjiao was swept toward the massive Golden-Hooped Rod, unable to dodge in time, he could only raise his hands to block.

Brushing lightly against the Golden-Hooped Rod, like a light leaf drifting down with the wind, Jinjiao landed, retreating several steps in succession, leaving a mark on the ground.

His arm trembled slightly, he had taken a minor injury.

"The Dharma is boundless?"

Jinjiao looked at Tang Luo — this monk was not right!

"What did you do?"

Tang Luo ignored Jinjiao's question, looked at Sun Wukong and said: "Wukong, you've already been strengthened. Beat him."

"Roar!" Sun Wukong let out a furious roar, his figure beginning to shrink, returning to his normal form, a staff strike smashing toward Jinjiao.

Arriving in an instant, speed increased by more than just a little compared to before.

Jinjiao's expression changed, no time to ponder the monk's strangeness, a round green fan appeared in his hand, he fanned it violently.

Flames erupted, forming a fire dragon that roared as it charged at Sun Wukong.

Banana Leaf Fan!

Strictly speaking, it was merely a fan made from banana leaves, not the same as the true Banana Leaf Fan in Princess Iron Fan's hand.

Like the gourd and the Jade Purifying Bottle, they were all alchemy tools, used to fan wind and kindle fire.

But as alchemy artifacts produced by the Tushita Palace, their power was naturally immense.

The roaring fire dragon twisted everything around it, a stretch of molten lava terrain instantly forming.

"Die for me!"

Sun Wukong neither dodged nor evaded, charging straight into the fire dragon's mouth, a moment of stagnation, then he tore the fire dragon apart.

His whole body burning with flames, even the Golden-Hooped Rod wreathed in fire, Sun Wukong brought a staff down on Jinjiao!

"Damn Bimawen!"

Jinjiao flew into a rage — this mad monkey actually charged straight in, unafraid of being burned to death.

Fortunately, that bit of buffering time was enough for him to respond — one hand the Banana Leaf Fan, the other holding the Jade Purifying Bottle, after fire came ice water.

Clear, freezing water surged from the Jade Purifying Bottle, forming a water curtain before Jinjiao.

The Golden-Hooped Rod fell on the water curtain, the curtain shattered into spray, the staff's offensive also forcibly blocked.

Water droplets fell on Sun Wukong, extinguishing the flames burning on him, blasting his skin open and flesh torn.

The originally charred black areas directly revealed ghastly white bones.

For a moment his appearance was horrifying to the extreme, the white mist rising from the clash of water and fire veiling it somewhat.

Amidst the high-temperature white mist, Jinjiao stowed the Jade Purifying Bottle and "Banana Leaf Fan", drew the Seven-Star Sword, a sword slash toward Sun Wukong, intending to sever both his arms.

Just as the sharp blade touched both arms, a faint sound — as if an intangible protection was shattered by the Seven-Star Sword.

"Bastard!"

Jinjiao cursed inwardly, that single instant was enough for Sun Wukong to react.

Carrying severe injuries, the Golden-Hooped Rod smashed toward Jinjiao's head.

Vast power surged like tidal waves; Jinjiao dared not take it head-on, nor could he trade blows with this mad monkey — his figure retreated, temporarily avoiding the edge.

Tang Luo, who had tossed Sun Wukong an "Iron Armor Talisman", extended a hand, pointing at Jinjiao, a soft shout from his mouth: "Freeze."

He had used the Immobilization Technique, rarely employed, still only rank two.

An Immobilization Technique of this rank could at most make Jinjiao stagnate for a mere instant.

But this one instant still let Sun Wukong's Golden-Hooped Rod reach him, forcing Jinjiao to block.

The Seven-Star Sword blocked one staff strike, Jinjiao's qi and blood surged violently.

"How has this monkey gotten so much stronger!"

Puzzled and furious, Jinjiao nevertheless realized something was wrong and decisively chose to retreat first.

Giving Tang Luo a deep look, Jinjiao was about to leave.

Although Sun Wukong was causing him some trouble now, the true source of his wariness and unease remained this monk.

"Look at me, you bastard."

When Jinjiao looked at Tang Luo, Tang Luo also looked at him, eyes meeting, and the "Taunt" skill was activated.

His retreating steps involuntarily changed direction, charging toward Tang Luo.

The instant he was insulted, Jinjiao wanted to beat the other to death first and then leave in style, only then could he vent the surging rage.

But as he charged at Tang Luo, he suddenly came to his senses, feeling his hair stand on end, a sense of extreme danger.

The Golden Cudgel had already come down behind him; Jinjiao rolled on the ground like a ball, scraping a trail, and rolled right to Tang Luo's feet.

At some unknown point, Tang Luo had already dismounted.

"Long time no see."

He looked at Jinjiao on the ground, offered a greeting, raised his foot, and stomped down!