Chapter 459

Eleven figures!

Dressed in identical Black Robes, faces masked, their aura surged powerfully, as if a mysterious Organization had finally descended.

Their voices echoed like celestial tones, shaking the eardrums of everyone present!

In that moment, the entire arena fell silent.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the eleven figures descending from the sky, in utter disbelief!

The Bombing Sect… actually came!

They descended from the heavens, radiating overwhelming might—every single one was an Infant Transformation Stage cultivator!

And… that Sun Wukong… is actually the leader of the Bombing Sect?

A Nascent Soul Stage alien monkey leading a host of powerful cultivators to become a sect leader?

Good heavens! How is this possible?

Su Ling'er and the others were the most stunned, filled with immense shock.

They had only heard Sun Wukong claim he was from the Bombing Sect, yet no rumors about "Sun Wukong" had ever circulated—so after their Tribal was overrun by Demon Beasts, they began suspecting whether Sun Wukong had deceived them.

But now, hearing that Sun Wukong was the Bombing Sect's leader, all the Alien Races suddenly understood!

No wonder!

No wonder no rumors about "Sun Wukong" ever surfaced—because the Bombing Sect's leader had always been mysterious, never heard of before.

Now it was clear: the leader was "Sun Wukong." Since no one had ever heard of the leader, it was perfectly normal not to have heard of "Sun Wukong" either!

The Demon Beast Race was even more terrified—they had originally thought "Sun Wukong" was nothing special, perhaps even not from the Bombing Sect at all—but now, hearing he was their leader, they were utterly stunned!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You… how could you let an alien monkey, and a weak Nascent Soul Stage one at that, lead you?" Lin Yi exclaimed in disbelief.

His face darkened to its darkest extreme; though his strength was formidable, even an Infant Transformation Stage Level Four, facing so many Infant Transformation Stage Level Three experts, he could no longer sit still.

Shhh!

The eleven figures' cold eyes instantly pierced through their masks, glaring at Lin Yi with chilling menace.

"Who said Lao Sun is only Nascent Soul Stage?"

At that moment, a sharp voice shattered the silence.

The next instant, music began to play.

"Deng-deng-deng… deng-deng… deng-deng…"

The "Little Knife Society Overture" from A Journey to the West, playing throughout the surroundings.

Everyone in the arena suddenly held their breath, faces filled with horror, eyes snapping upward to the sky.

There, a figure rode upon mist and cloud, making a dazzling entrance amid the invincible BGM!

He wore Chain Mail Golden Armor, crowned with Phoenix Wing Purple Gold Crown, and stepped in Lotus Silk Cloud-Treading Boots—fully dressed as Sun Wukong, his Golden Staff glowing with Golden Beam, though not the legendary Golden Cudgel, its aura alone was enough to intimidate the entire arena.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous crash, Xu Que, transformed via a Disguise Puppet into Sun Wukong, slammed onto the ground—the clouds beneath his feet vanished, and the earth cracked instantly.

The overwhelming aura made it unbearable for anyone to look directly!

"This… how is this possible?"

"Infant Transformation Level Three!"

Instantly, everyone in the arena froze, faces etched with horror.

More than a year ago, this monkey had been merely Nascent Soul Stage Level Six—yet now he had reached Infant Transformation Stage Level Three. No one could accept this.

How could such an astonishing thing be possible?

This must be a fake monkey!

"Sun Wukong!"

In midair, Su Ling'er cried out in ecstatic delight.

At this moment, she finally exhaled deeply, overwhelmed with boundless joy and relief.

Xu Que's entrance, accompanied by so many Bombing Sect members, was a massive shock to anyone.

Especially now, during the Alien Race's crisis, Su Ling'er and the others had nearly lost hope, prepared to die.

Yet Xu Que still arrived—majestic, awe-inspiring, making a grand entrance!

"I'm late!"

Xu Que's gaze fell upon the battlefield, seeing countless Alien Race corpses, his expression turning icy.

"Are you Sun Wukong?" Lin Yi, having regained his composure, suddenly asked.

After all, he was a powerful Demon Beast, leading tens of thousands of Demon Beasts, brimming with confidence.

But his timing and tone were utterly wrong. Xu Que, already burning with rage after seeing so many Alien Race corpses, felt his fury intensify at this voice.

"No more talking—eat Lao Sun's staff!" Xu Que roared, raising his Golden Staff and soaring upward to strike Lin Yi.

Lin Yi's face changed instantly, swiftly forming a Dharma Spell to counter.

He had never met someone so direct—attacking immediately, so brutally domineering.

Yet he was not afraid. He had spoken only because he feared the Bombing Sect's dozen members would attack together—he'd lose then.

But now, only Xu Que stood before him, choosing close-range combat. This style—he had never feared it.

"Seek death!"

Instantly, Lin Yi sneered, clenching his fist—behind him surged a dark shadow, resembling a colossal, monstrous ox head!

Su Ling'er cried out: "Sun Wukong, be careful! It's a Demon Bull, carrying a trace of ancestral Demon Bull Beast Bloodline—its strength is boundless!"

"Bang!"

Yet Xu Que's Golden Staff still collided with Lin Yi's fist, exploding in a deafening roar—waves of qi surged outward, and both were flung back.

But Xu Que's Golden Staff shattered instantly, breaking into fragments, causing him to blink in slight surprise.

This Demon Bull is too fierce, isn't it? No wonder it could shatter the Divine Might Charging Cannon; it seems its Flesh Body strength is truly no joke.

However, at this moment, Lin Yi's heart was even more terrified; he found it hard to believe that the monkey before him actually possessed such vigorous power, having been able to stand toe-to-toe with him and remain evenly matched during their earlier exchange.

One must know that although he outwardly appeared to be only at the Fourth Layer of the Infant Transformation Stage, he had actually inherited an ancient Body Refining Technique and a trace of his ancestor's Beast Bloodline, making him extremely fierce and powerful, fully capable of fighting against someone at the Sixth Layer of the Infant Transformation Stage within the Demon Beast Race.

Yet now, he had actually met his match, and moreover, it was merely a monkey at the Third Layer of the Infant Transformation Stage, which made it somewhat unacceptable for him.

"Now that you have no Dharma Artifact, how can you still fight me?" Lin Yi said with a cold smile, intending to dominate in terms of momentum.

However, Xu Que merely sneered in disdain: "Without a Dharma Artifact, you will suffer even more!"

Having spoken, he also clenched his fist, fully unleashing the Underworld Prison Suppression Body, with strands of lightning and fire flowing all over him—precisely two attributes that had reached the Perfect Stage—as he charged straight toward Lin Yi.

Boom!

Lin Yi also clenched his fist to meet the blow head-on; the two clashed once again, their aura even more terrifying than before.

The expressions of the Alien Race and the Demon Beast Race differed greatly; originally, Lin Yi shattering Xu Que's Dharma Artifact had filled the Alien Race with terror and the Demon Beast Race with wild joy.

Now, seeing Xu Que actually choose to confront Lin Yi with his bare fists, the people of the Alien Race grew uneasy and anxious one after another, while the Demon Beast Race gloated, their faces filled with mockery.

Rumble!

Amidst the booming sound, the two fists smashed together, causing the entire Void to depress and nearly crack apart.

Yet the result of this exchange shocked everyone.

Lin Yi was blown flying, and wounds actually burst open on his fist, dripping fresh blood.

Meanwhile, Xu Que remained completely unharmed; standing in mid-air with a cold smile, he declared with overwhelming dominance: "I told you, without a Dharma Artifact, you will only suffer more!"

In an instant, the entire Arena fell silent once again.

The Demon Beast Race was collectively dumbfounded, staring with mouths agape.

Their race's King, who possessed the strongest Flesh Body, had actually been injured, wounded by the fist of an Alien Race monkey!

The people of the Alien Race were also utterly astonished, their jaws dropped open.

The next moment, all the Alien Race came to their senses, their eyes lighting up as they began shouting excitedly one after another.

"Demon Emperor of Filth!"

"Demon Emperor of Filth!"

"Demon Emperor of Filth!"

Xu Que's mouth immediately twitched.

Damn it, can you stop shouting 'Demon Emperor of Filth'? How did punching make me 'filthy'? You guys are the real Demon Emperors of Filth!

He was extremely infuriated and vented all his anger onto Lin Yi.

Lin Yi, having just been blown away, was still in a state of shock and had not even managed to steady his footing.

Then, only a "Bang!" of an explosive sound rang out from the air, followed immediately by Xu Que clenching his fist and killing forward, smashing directly toward his chest.

"Pfft!"

Lin Yi raised his hand to block hard, but that immense force shook him so violently that he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Before he could even react, Xu Que's next punch had already arrived; this lightning-fast fighting style directly gave Lin Yi a feeling of suffocation.

"Demon Emperor of Filth! Demon Emperor of Filth!"

Seeing this scene, the people of the Alien Race became even more excited, their cheering sounds not stopping in the slightest.

The more Xu Que heard, the angrier he became, and his fists grew faster and faster, directly treating Lin Yi like a punching bag as he unleashed a combination of punches in mid-air.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Lin Yi was already completely stunned by the beating, left without even a chance to fight back!

He could clearly sense that Xu Que was growing angrier the more he fought, and faster the more he fought!

This left him wanting to cry but having no tears, wishing he could spit blood!

Just how much do I disgust you! Why the hell are you hitting me harder and harder!

However, the Alien Race below grew more and more excited the more they watched.

Someone exclaimed in surprise: "Look quickly, it seems His Highness the Demon Emperor of Filth is fighting better and better!"

"Exactly, why is this happening?"

"It must be that our cheering has made him feel excited and thrilled!"

"That's right, everyone keep shouting encouragement! Demon Emperor of Filth, Demon Emperor of Filth, Demon Emperor of Filth..."

【Something feels a bit off these past two days; this King of Acting Cool actually has tinnitus. Getting tinnitus at such a young age, what will happen when I grow up? So I slept all day today, resulting in a late update; everyone please forgive me, and I will write another chapter later!】