Chapter 686: An Excellent... Sandbag?

The Heavenly God lay on the ground.

Just as Si Zhong had said, the Heavenly God possessed a near-perfect body, handsome features, and a tall, robust build.

Golden patterns adorned a suit of silver-white armor; the upper armor was a vest style, revealing two powerful arms.

A mere glance was enough to sense the explosive power hidden within.

Only, right now, this Heavenly God's face was full of shock.

He lay spread-eagled on the ground, the upper armor covered in cracks, looking as if it would shatter at any moment.

What just happened?

In that instant, General Wuyi felt his memory was missing.

One second ago he was still in the sky, on Garuda's back, intending to rain divine punishment upon the few ants below, and then...

He felt a bout of dizziness, and a massive force stomped him into the ground.

Where's his bird!

Where's Garuda, the sticky sensation beneath him, the thick smell of blood... his Garuda had actually been slain?!

"You..."

"Boom!"

With a series of sounds, smoke and dust billowed, and General Wuyi's body, which he had tried to lift, was stomped down again.

This time, the armor on his body shattered completely, the sound of bones cracking came from General Wuyi's chest, and a small footprint caved in.

"Don't resist, resistance is useless." Tang Luo said.

"Monk..." Wuyi opened his mouth, his mouth full of the taste of blood; as he opened his mouth, a faint bloody qi nearly wafted out.

"This poor monk is Tang Xuanzang, you are the so-called Heavenly God?" Tang Luo asked.

Judging by appearance and entrance method, it should be a Heavenly God without mistake. To be safe, might as well ask.

Even while being stomped underfoot, General Wuyi's face still revealed a haughtiness from who knows where: "You are qualified to know my name. Twelve Divine Generals · Wuyi, this General bestows upon you the name of God-Defier · Blood Monk!"

"???"

Tang Luo and the others simultaneously wore expressions of utter bewilderment.

Could it be that the kick just now damaged this Heavenly God's brain?

What kind of name are you bestowing!

However, as Wuyi finished speaking these words, a bloody hue instantly surged in the surrounding space, this blood color condensed into a drop of fresh blood, landing on Tang Luo.

In an instant, the words "God-Defier · Blood Monk" appeared atop Tang Luo's head.

Glowing a bloody red, like a red name in a game.

A moment later, the name atop his head slowly dissipated.

"Looks like it's not simple chuunibyou." Ao Yulie said a sentence.

It could be seen that General Wuyi's action was the execution of some special divine ability spell.

Tang Luo was branded with the title "God-Defier · Blood Monk".

Most likely meaning he had become the enemy of all Heavenly Gods, and who knows if this title has any tracking effect.

"To die under the feet of us Heavenly Gods with the title of God-Defier is your honor." Wuyi said.

"... Alright then."

Tang Luo couldn't be bothered to argue, "Do you know Five Finger Mountain?"

"Five Finger Mountain?" Wuyi's eyes narrowed.

"Seems you know?"

Wuyi was actually quite cooperative: "That is where demons are executed, God-Defiers beheaded, the place where Heavenly Gods suppress the Demon King. What, you lot plan to smash Five Finger Mountain and rescue the demons? Foolish!"

"Oh?"

Tang Luo raised his tone slightly.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie crowded over, expressions strange on their faces.

"Don't be nervous." Tang Luo smiled, lifted his foot and no longer stepped on Wuyi, on the contrary, he even grabbed Wuyi's neck and pulled him up.

Making him half-sit, half-kneel on the ground.

"As long as you cooperate obediently and tell us everything we want to know, it won't hurt much." Zhu Bajie said from the side.

Black lightning suddenly flashed in his hand.

Wuyi completely ignored Zhu Bajie; it seemed, in his heart, only Tang Luo, this designated God-Defier, was qualified to communicate with him.

He looked at Tang Luo: "God-Defier, to make a Heavenly God speak, only by defeating him can it be done, do you understand this principle?"

"I thought you understood." Tang Luo said.

You've been beaten into this state, why can you still posture like this?

Looks like the beating wasn't enough?

Wuyi lowered his head to look at the footprint caved into his chest, anger surging on his face: "This was a sneak attack!"

"Fine, no sneak attack now, let's have a fight." Tang Luo said.

"I'm injured." Wuyi argued with righteous confidence, "I'll let you lot off today, wait until I recover, I'll give you a chance to fairly challenge this General!"

"... Bajie, Little White Dragon, you're up."

Tang Luo waved his hand.

Thought he was truly proud, didn't expect him to be thick-skinned.

This ability to lie with eyes wide open is truly top-tier.

Waving his hand listlessly, Tang Luo stepped back, leaving it to Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie to handle.

"Hey, Heavenly God." Zhu Bajie reached out to grab Wuyi.

"Hmph! Garuda!" Ao Yulie let out a cold snort.

As a dragon, he naturally despised Garuda, and by extension, its master as well.

Hate the house, hate the crow.

Garudas are few in number, similar to the Kunpeng, both being powerful demon beasts that act on wild instinct.

Unlike the Kunpeng, the Garuda's diet places flood dragons, including true dragons, at the top.

Their instincts tell them: dragons are delicious!

So they must eat them.

Of course, this does not mean Garudas are stronger than dragons or higher on the food chain.

As an intelligent race, the strength among individuals of the dragon clan varies greatly.

Garudas can eat dragons, and dragons can also counter-kill Garudas.

Thus, the two sides are mortal enemies, not merely that the giant bird Garuda is the natural enemy of dragons.

Seeing the Garuda, Ao Yulie was greatly surprised, but not frightened.

On the contrary, the aura emanating from the Garuda made him somewhat irritable.

Just as Zhu Bajie's hand and Ao Yulie's dragon claw were about to seize the wingless one, letting him suffer a "social thrashing".

The wingless one clenched his fists and violently blasted outward to both sides.

The sound of exploding air came.

The heavy fists collided simultaneously with the palms and dragon claws.

Ao Yulie's dragon claw instantly snapped, and his body flew backward.

Zhu Bajie's palm collided with the fist, the immense force making his palm go numb, he retreated two steps, and on the ground stained with fresh blood, footprints and scattered cracks appeared.

These two punches caused the wingless one's body to sway slightly, worsening his injuries by a bit.

However, it didn't matter, as almost simultaneously with throwing the punch, a pair of wings grew on the wingless one's back—gray-black steel iron wings, each over three meters long.

The steel iron wings fluttered slightly, and the wingless one silently vanished from the spot.

Appearing high above, the wingless one glanced downward, preparing to leave.

The title "Reverse God" is not merely a wanted notice; it truly represents the heavenly gods' recognition of an individual's strength.

Some heavenly gods, as the wingless one said, would grant the Reverse God a fair chance to fight.

To make them understand the heavenly gods' might and that they cannot be defied.

Bestowing upon the Reverse God a "glorious death".

But this time, absolutely not!

After the initial shock, the wingless one already understood that the Reverse God named Tang Xuanzang possessed extremely strong strength.

If he had not been ambushed and injured by him, and with the Garuda, perhaps he could have fought.

But reality has no "ifs"; in an instant, the other's ambush killed the Garuda and wounded him.

This loss means the other's gain; the wingless one did not believe he could still fight against them while they had two more helpers.

Naturally, retreat was the wisest course.

This is a strategic withdrawal; as a heavenly general, one must certainly have some tactical sense.

The wingless one's plan succeeded; he acted like an iron-headed doll whose swollen face was still stubbornly holding up after being slapped, successfully making the other lose interest.

On this point, the wingless one is still quite certain.

Because the strong are proud; heavenly gods are so, and this Reverse God is likewise.

Some people are unworthy, undeserving, and need not be personally dealt with.

It can be left to weaker subordinates.

The heavenly general named Wuyi, yet possessing a pair of steel wings, usable for both attack and escape.

In the sky, as Wuyi was about to leave and looked down, he happened to see Tang Luo looking up.

The two locked eyes; Wuyi saw no anger in the other's eyes—those eyes were like an ancient well, calm and waveless, conveying no emotion at all.

The steel wings fluttered once, and Wuyi's body blurred, about to fully escape.

At this moment, black thunderclouds spread, condensing into a mass, like some viscous liquid, even more so than lightning.

Wuyi's steel wings, hands, and feet were instantly entangled by the black thunder.

Sensations of pain, numbness, and weakness transmitted.

Before his eyes burst forth a dazzling radiance, blazing flames and drifting snow, radiant light surging.

Suddenly appearing, Zhu Bajie gripped the nine-toothed rake, and one strike of the rake smashed into Wuyi's chest!

"Kid, playing tricks in front of your Pig Grandpa, thinking you can escape?" Zhu Bajie looked at the falling Wuyi and snorted disdainfully.

Back then, on the journey west, the master couldn't fly, and if demons wanted to run, what then?

Not every demon needs to unleash the Dead Buddha Kingdom; at that time, Zhu Bajie was needed on the side to control the situation.

To completely end those demons' thought of "if we can't beat them, we run".

Wuyi fell back to the ground; this time, he truly could not get up.

Tang Luo ignored him, walking to Ao Yulie's side.

"Master, it's broken, it's broken." Ao Yulie rolled on the ground.

"Ah, practice more."

Tang Luo used the Merit Jade Lotus to heal him, slew the divine envoy, and converted Wen Bo, gaining some merit power.

"No, Master, have you not noticed this guy's strength is truly strong? Even after you stepped on him, he could still throw such a punch, his body far more 'solid' than this dragon of mine." Ao Yulie said.

This remark was not an attempt to shirk responsibility, but simply speaking the truth.

Without a doubt, the dragon clan's physical resilience is among the very best.

Ignoring cultivation levels, or rather, under the condition of equal cultivation levels.

In pure hand-to-hand combat, Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie, the one who wins is not Zhu Bajie, but Ao Yulie.

The dragon race's body itself is an extremely powerful "magic treasure weapon".

And this divine general, Wuyi, his bodily strength exceeds Ao Yulie by far.

If we were to assign numbers, Zhu Bajie's bodily strength is 7, Ao Yulie's is 10, and Wuyi is estimated to be around 100.

Not only this celestial deity, but the divine envoy from a few days ago also has very high bodily strength, which can be said to be on par with Ao Yulie.

The divine envoy is "strong-bodied and vigorous", and the celestial deity is even more so in terms of physical strength.

Of course, such a comparison is somewhat forced, because everyone's "cultivation system" currently appears to be different.

Zhu Bajie and his companions did not notice any corresponding cultivation level on the celestial deity.

Moreover, the cultivation of qi practitioners is inherently unified, progressing in tandem.

Discussing it separately, in fact, does not exist.

Now, based on the performance of the divine envoy and the celestial deity, we can infer that they should be a group skilled in close combat, taking the melee route—excellent sandbags?