Great Demon Sun Wukong

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Of course, Sun Wukong did not recognize these three weapons, and in fact, he didn’t care what weapons Bai Zhaoju wielded. Possessing the World Suppressing Stele meant he already had the most extreme treasure in this world. Meanwhile, as Sun Wukong, Zhibei, Bai Zhaoju, and Ling Weiyang clashed, the rest of the Netherworld Alliance Army was already fiercely engaged in battle with the remaining forces of Myriad Demons Country. With Sun Wukong and Zhibei holding off Bai Zhaoju and Ling Weiyang, plus the four individuals Sun Wukong brought with him, the Netherworld Alliance now had a numerical advantage. Even though they had previously suffered losses due to the self-explosion of those three from Myriad Gods Hall, as long as there was no reinforcement for the Myriad Demons Country or Bai Zhaoju and Ling Weiyang were unable to free up their hands, the final victory in this battle would undoubtedly belong to the Netherworld Alliance.

However, despite having the upper hand in both numbers and strength, everyone knew that the battle had to end as quickly as possible. Let’s not forget about the Ancient Primordial World. Although Sun Wukong had dealt them quite a blow before leaving, and there was indeed some distance between Primordial Palace and Myriad Demons Country, this was still a variable. Once the people of Primordial Palace arrived, the Netherworld Alliance, no matter how advantageous their position, would have to immediately retreat, or they risked the possibility of their entire force being wiped out on the spot.

Of course, if the people of Primordial Palace chose to assist Annihilation Demon Nation, they too would have to immediately withdraw to support the Annihilation Palace. Should any side receive an attack from the Ancient Primordial World, everyone must choose to retreat. So although they currently had the advantage, everyone was holding their breath, fighting as if their lives depended on it.

Although Zhibei possessed the ability to predetermined events, it wasn’t omnipotent. For instance, he hadn’t foreseen the sudden self-destruction of those three from Myriad Gods Hall. After all, this generation’s Zhibei did not have the terrifying abilities of the first Zhibei. He could now only foretell specific people’s or things’ futures through divination, and unless he deliberately used divination, even Zhibei would not know certain things.

Shifting our focus back to Sun Wukong, as soon as the three weapons appeared behind Bai Zhaoju, he charged at Sun Wukong, surrounded by the four Shadow Steles. Sun Wukong had no intention of dodging and simply stood there proudly, holding Jingu Bang and the World Suppressing Stele. In that moment, Sun Wukong suddenly thought that if the stele in his hand were a pagoda, he would probably resemble King of the Heavenly Tower, Li Jing.

While Sun Wukong was slightly distracted, Bai Zhaoju had already rushed up to him. Instead of attacking directly, Bai Zhaoju rapidly circled around Sun Wukong. As his speed increased, Bai Zhaoju became a blur, and just when Sun Wukong was curiously watching the red light that had formed around his body, a white figure tinged with red suddenly burst out from behind him.

With a sword in his hand that radiated with nine-colored light aiming straight for Sun Wukong’s back, Sun Wukong finally moved. Even with all his confidence, he wouldn’t dare to receive Bai Zhaoju’s sword with his flesh and blood. His body instantly dodged to the left, and suddenly a black light appeared on his right shoulder, transforming into an arm that merged with his own arm, forcefully grasping Bai Zhaoju’s multi-colored sword.

But this was just the beginning. As the black hand on Sun Wukong’s right shoulder grasped the vibrant sword, another light, interwoven with white and red, appeared, this time to Sun Wukong’s left. This red and white light was another Bai Zhaoju, who now held a golden circular mirror, roughly the size of a human face. The second Bai Zhaoju appeared with the golden mirror, which suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling beam of golden light.

This mirror, naturally another of Bai Zhaoju’s magic treasures, the Golden Light Divine Mirror, could separate the primordial spirit from the body in just a few breaths upon illumination with its golden light, causing what is commonly known as the soul’s departure from the body. Most people become exceptionally vulnerable once the soul leaves the body. Then, with just a bit more effort from Bai Zhaoju, the physical body can be destroyed. And the soul without a body can only meet with obliteration at the hands of Bai Zhaoju.

Although Sun Wukong did not know the severity of the golden light, he wouldn’t let it hit him easily. After all, anyone with half a brain would not easily let their enemy hit them during a battle. As soon as the golden light appeared, a white light flashed again on Sun Wukong’s right shoulder, and a large hand made entirely of white light suddenly emerged, merging with Sun Wukong’s right arm. Then, as the large hand swung, it transformed into an ancient white shield, which blocked all the golden light from the Golden Light Divine Mirror, leaving Sun Wukong unharmed.

After the appearance of the second Bai Zhaoju, Sun Wukong did not relax at all, because behind him, another Bai Zhaoju emerged. This time, he wielded a xun, a transverse vessel flute. However, instead of playing it, the hand holding the xun began to tremble violently, and immediately, a visible wave of sound emerged from the xun, transforming into the image of a xun made of sound waves and hurtling towards Sun Wukong.

This time, behind Sun Wukong suddenly appeared a monkey. Of course, this was not Sun Wukong transforming into the Heaven-Supporting Giant Ape, but rather an avatar completely formed from the Three Thousand Barren Sands. This giant ape was about three or four meters tall, and once it took its position, it directly shielded Sun Wukong behind it. When the soundwave turned into a potsherd came crashing over, the giant ape formed from the Three Thousand Barren Sands suddenly opened its mouth wide and then just drew in the potsherd transformed by the soundwave.

"Didn’t expect you to have so many tricks up your sleeve. Clearly, you want to show me how you’ll block this one too!" No sooner had the voice spoken than another Bai Zhaoju charged towards Sun Wukong from the front. This Bai Zhaoju was likely the last since, after his appearance, the red light that had been revolving around Sun Wukong began to gradually disappear.

Both hands were already immobile, and moreover, the Three Thousand Barren Sands had all transformed into the giant ape standing behind Sun Wukong. However, Sun Wukong still had the World Suppressing Stele and Jingu Bang that he hadn’t used yet because when he had merged his hands with the black and white light just before, he had already relinquished control of both the Jingu Bang and World Suppressing Stele. So now, they were floating beside Sun Wukong.

Looking at the last Bai Zhaoju, who was clenching his fist and charging at him with an unrivaled sharp aura, Sun Wukong didn’t feel the slightest bit nervous; instead, he smirked at Bai Zhaoju and chuckled, "Think there’s an advantage in numbers against the few? Heh heh, actually, old Sun likes playing this game too!" As soon as his words fell, twelve spatial fissures suddenly appeared around the Bai Zhaoju who was charging at him, followed by twelve terrifying auras that emerged from the fissures.

Before long, the Twelve Ancestral Witches once again appeared in the Patrolling Celestial World. Only this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were being controlled by Sun Wukong. Back in the day when Sun Wukong slept, the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly appeared without a sound, truly giving Sun Wukong a scare. But when he realized the Twelve Ancestral Witches made no further moves, he became extremely curious. And when he attempted to merge his own Divine Stone into the Divine Sense of the ancestor Zhu Long, something miraculous happened. Zhu Long, already refined into a puppet, suddenly knelt on one knee to Sun Wukong.

In a playful mood, Sun Wukong began trying one by one to merge his Divine Sense into the minds of the others. In the end, all twelve heads of the Ancestral Witches knelt before Sun Wukong, naturally on one knee. As great witches of the Witch Clan and peak powerhouses of the Demon Clan, their pride would not allow them to kneel on both knees to anyone. @@novelbin@@

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Pangu Realm were Xing Tian, Kuafu, Hou Yi, Thunder God, and Feng Bo, and it was because Master Tongtian discovered they only knelt on one knee to him that he became extremely displeased and tried to force the Twelve Ancestral Witches to kneel before him. But the outcome was that five of the Ancestral Witches, through the pride that remained in their flesh, broke free from Sect Hierarch Tongtian’s control. Because the five Ancestral Witches lost control and caused a backlash, Tongtian nearly got killed by these five Ancestral Witches joined forces.

If it were not for the Supreme Elder Lord, already refined into a combat puppet, and the remaining seven Ancestral Witches fighting desperately to protect him, Tongtian would likely have died then. As for the later discovery of these five Ancestral Witches, it was an accident by Tongtian after obtaining the Burning Fire No. 9 Heavenly Stele, where he discovered them inside the stele. Of course, by that time, these five were already corpses.

Afterward, Sect Hierarch Tongtian used the method for refining the Soul Gathering Flags, and by observing the condition of the other Ancestral Witches, he refined the five corpses into puppets as well, which led to the later Twelve Ancestral Witches. As for the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Tongtian expended a great deal of effort to advance them to the level of Peak Supremes. But now, all of that had been for Sun Wukong’s benefit.

"Bai Zhaoju, is it? Heh heh, you were the one who broke the rules first; you can’t blame old Sun now!"