Great Demon Sun Wukong

The moment they heard the voice, Sun Wukong, Ye Zi, Ming Tiekuang, and even the Dragon Emperor instinctively looked up towards their front left. It wasn’t for any special reason, but because the voice was simply too miserable, sounding as if someone had just been tortured with the most brutal punishment in the world. Moreover, the two utterances of ’Dragon Lord’ also made everyone pause. Was Wu Ming really so spineless? It didn’t seem like the domineering presence a powerhouse should have.

Just as everyone instinctively looked up, four incredibly sharp, blood-red spikes suddenly rose from the ground beneath their feet. There was one spike for each person, and the one aimed at the Dragon Emperor was particularly thick and sharp. These blood thorns appeared so abruptly and without any warning that, coupled with their minds being distracted by that wretched scream, they were all impaled by the spikes in an unforeseen attack.

The thorns did not protrude straight up; instead, they angled towards the chest of each person. As the voice dissipated, all four were sent flying backward by the immense impact of the blood thorns. However, it was then that the relative strength and adaptability of the four could be seen. Sun Wukong quickly positioned the World Suppressing Stele in front of his chest upon sensing the danger, so the blood thorn did not cause him any substantive harm; he was merely sent flying by the force of the impact.

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Ye Zi, on the other hand, was directly pierced by the blood thorn, her entire body hanging upon the spike that had grown to a length of seven or eight meters. Ming Tiekuang was also struck by a spike, but the body that was hit quickly became illusory, and Ming Tiekuang suddenly appeared next to Sun Wukong, shielding him. Ming Tiekuang’s speed was indeed extraordinary; in such a brief time, not only did he dodge the spike at an extreme speed, but he also moved beside Sun Wukong for protection.

The Dragon Emperor, even more powerful, transformed his hands into two golden dragon claws and grasped the tips of the blood thorn, thus remaining unharmed as well. Once the thorn stopped extending, the Dragon Emperor forcefully channeled his mana and snapped the spike in half. A powerhouse through and through, the Dragon Emperor seemingly had no concept of dodging or retreat in his vocabulary. He discarded the half-spike and swiftly moved to flank Sun Wukong on the other side. Together with Ming Tiekuang, they formed a simple triangular defensive formation, backs to one another.

As for Ye Zi, who appeared to have her chest pierced, the three of them hardly spared her a second glance. "Hey, you three are really heartless, aren’t you? Can’t you show a little concern for me? What if I were really dead? This is just inhumane!" Ye Zi emerged on the ground in the center of the trio, her face full of discontent and complaints, yet she showed no signs of injury whatsoever. The "corpse" that hung on the blood thorn began to reveal its true form, which was actually a piece of lifeless, withered wood.

"You think we’re blind and didn’t see through your trick? Alright, stop messing around. It seems Wu Ming doesn’t plan to surrender, huh? I thought he was a wise one!" Sun Wukong remarked as he scattered 108 grains of Spatial Sand — not only within the golden Protective Shield around the Dragon Emperor, but some outside as well, which instantly Concealed themselves in the Void. Therefore, the Blood Mist, despite its powerful corrosive nature, was powerless against the Spatial Sand.

At the same time, the Dragon Emperor expanded his Protective Shield to cover a range of two hundred meters in both height and width. While a hundred meters wasn’t much in their eyes, it at least provided some space to maneuver. Each of them possessed various methods to resist the Blood Fiend Force, and while they might not be able to remain within the Blood Mist for long, they could withstand a short-duration battle. Just as Ming Tiekuang had shown, a strike-and-return tactic was viable, as the mighty Blood Fiend Force could not inflict any effective harm in such a brief time.

As the four remained vigilant, a figure formed from the Blood Mist suddenly appeared before them. By now, Sun Wukong had fully activated his Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes, so he could clearly see that the figure was not a physical entity but merely a specter condensed from Blood Mist. Although the other three did not possess Sun Wukong’s Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes, they too understood that it was not a tangible being.

"Who could it be but the great Dragon Lord himself gracing us with his presence, and he has brought three guests too. Hmm, the grandfather of the phoenix trees from the Endless Forest Sea, eh? And these two are new faces indeed! I am Wu Ming of the Mist Demon Race, may I ask who you are?" The illusory figure that appeared was none other than Wu Ming. His appearance was quite ordinary, yet his eyes occasionally revealed a shrewd gleam, indicating he was a person of profound schemes.

Sun Wukong suddenly smiled indifferently and said, "Flower Fruit Mountain’s Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong!" Ming Tiekuang, however, had no intention of answering. "Flower Fruit Mountain? Never heard of it before. Didn’t expect Lord Sun to be a mountain sovereign too. What brings you to my Blood Mist Mountain today, may I ask?" Wu Ming had a sharp eye, and he was quick to discern that Sun Wukong was the leader among the four. Thus, despite the presence of the Dragon Emperor who had once defeated him, he directed his question to Sun Wukong.

"It’s nothing serious, just thought I’d find you for a tea and maybe a game of chess. I see nothing particularly scenic about Blood Mist Mountain, wouldn’t it be a waste for someone of your talents to spend the rest of your days here idly?" Wu Ming did not immediately retort but instead stroked his chin as if contemplating Sun Wukong’s words. Meanwhile, Wukong leisurely whispered something to Ye Zi, Dragon Emperor, and Ming Tiekuang, then casually stood waiting for Wu Ming’s response.

"Actually, I’ve grown quite weary of my days here at Blood Mist Mountain, but what’s in it for me? If there’s no enticing benefit, I’d rather stay here. Although it’s somewhat dull, at least it’s safe," Wu Ming said, with a sly look in his eye. After a moment’s contemplation, Sun Wukong replied, "Benefits, well, there’s really nothing much, but I wonder if you’d be interested in leaving this Patrolling Celestial World?"

What was once a playful smile on Wu Ming’s face stiffened, and then, with a mix of nervousness and excitement, he asked, "Really? Are you serious? Do you truly have a way to get me out of here?" Sun Wukong replied, "Of course, because I am not of this world myself. The reason I appeared here is to undergo a certain trial!" Wu Ming quickly regained composure, somewhat uninterested, and said, "What good would that do? Even if you’re not from this world, once you’ve come in, leaving isn’t as easy as you think. And I’m not afraid to tell you, I wasn’t originally from this world either. So what? Am I not still trapped here unable to leave?"

To Wu Ming’s remarks, Sun Wukong was somewhat surprised; he had not expected Wu Ming to also be from another world. Wukong chuckled lightly and said, "This trial I’m undertaking is called the Patrolling Celestial World trial, a very important one organized by the Heavenly Patroller. I think if my team wins, bringing a few people out shouldn’t be a problem, right?" In truth, Sun Wukong’s words were half-true, half-false. While the trial was indeed organized by the Heavenly Patroller, there was no mention that the winners could bring others out. Sun Wukong said this partly to assure Wu Ming and partly because he had a slight connection with the Spirit Controller from before. If the Spirit Controller could spare the Dragon Emperor and Ye Zi, surely adding Wu Ming to the list wouldn’t be impossible!

This time Wu Ming truly seemed moved. Just as Sun Wukong thought he had swayed Wu Ming, the Dragon Emperor’s expression suddenly changed dramatically, and he bellowed, "Wu Ming, you’re courting death!" With that, the Dragon Emperor’s arms burst into a brilliant golden light, fists clenched and drawn back. Then, just as Sun Wukong saw a flash of golden light, the Dragon Emperor had already charged out. His target was the mountain in front of the stone platform.

Sun Wukong also noticed something, grabbing Ye Zi and Ming Tiekuang with one hand each and leaping up. Where they had been standing was now a blood pool. Inside the blood pool, various blood worms and blood snakes were writhing madly.

Indeed, Wu Ming was no easy opponent.