Great Demon Sun Wukong

Although Sun Wukong didn’t understand why the jovial person from just moments ago had suddenly attacked him, there was no time to ponder. A streak of flaming light flashed beneath his feet and he disappeared in an instant, reappearing in the air.

The Water Arrows that had just been powerful enough to completely freeze an Emperor-Level mid-phase giant bull, even turning its muscles and bones to ice, demonstrated a force to be reckoned with. Sun Wukong had great confidence in his physical body, but why take a hit when you can dodge?

"Huh? The speed’s pretty good. But I wonder how your other skills measure up." As he spoke, his right hand grasped into the void, and a stream of azure water flowed, transforming into a Square Sky Halberd in less than half a breath’s time. With a flick of his wrist, it turned into an azure Ice Blue Glowing Halberd!

"I’ve heard that your Golden Hoop is invincible, so today, let’s put my Ice Blue Glowing Halberd to the test!" No sooner had he spoken than Eight-Gods Flame forcefully launched himself upward like a cannonball. The halberd in his hands flashed with icy brilliance, its lethal aura seeming to slice through the air itself.

Unfazed, the fighting spirit in Sun Wukong’s eyes soared. "Haha, well met! I’ve been itching for a worthy challenger. Take this!"

Gold and azure streamers of light crashed together resoundingly. Rings of Mana ripple spread from the center of the two combatants. Looking at the pair again, one could see Eight-Gods Flame’s Ice Blue Glowing Halberd radiating azure light, the tip leading and the shaft trailing as it fiercely collided with the horizontally positioned Golden Hoop held by Sun Wukong.

At that moment, two streams of blue mist began to rise behind Eight-Gods Flame. At his shoulders, the mist quickly formed the shape of wings. A breeze blew by, dispersing the blue fog, revealing icy blue wings on Eight-Gods Flame’s back. In the next instant, with a violent flap, what was an evenly matched fight suddenly changed.

Sun Wukong, who had been holding off Eight-Gods Flame’s onslaught, felt as if he had been struck head-on by a massive fist.

Eight-Gods Flame, seizing the momentum, pressed the tip of his halberd against Sun Wukong as he surged forward, his Attack Power at least three times stronger than before. Seeing the situation turn sour, Sun Wukong’s feet traced a path in midair, and two flaming Golden Wheels appeared beneath his feet — Sun Wukong’s very own Wind Fire Wheels, a gift from Nezha.

With the boost from the Wind Fire Wheels, Sun Wukong twisted his arms and, along with Eight-Gods Flame wielding the Battle Halberd, they continued to whirl around. From a distance, they looked like two tornadoes, one blue and one red.

Now Sun Wukong had the upper hand. While Eight-Gods Flame’s wings provided propulsion, they became almost useless once spinning commenced. The Wind Fire Wheels were different, with flames bursting from the two Golden Wheels, instantly knocking Eight-Gods Flame backward.

The next moment, there was a thunderous boom. Sun Wukong flipped back with a few somersaults. Before him appeared a deep pit, so profound it seemed bottomless. It was Sun Wukong — using the propulsive force of the Wind Fire Wheels, he had slammed Eight-Gods Flame into the ground, and then even deeper still.

"Come out now, I know that didn’t hurt you."

No sooner had Sun Wukong finished speaking than a blue streak of light flashed up from the depths, landing gracefully on the ground. "I didn’t expect you to possess such a Magic Treasure. No wonder you had such speed earlier, all thanks to that marvelous item. But next, we won’t be competing in speed."

As soon as he had finished speaking, Eight-Gods Flame stretched out his arms, and with a loud shout, "Ice Extreme Ancient Armor!" A blue light emerged from his right hand, quickly spreading over him. Within a breath, imposing deep blue Armor had formed on his body. The shoulders of the Armor were shaped like flames, and the breastplate featured a lifelike Black Tortoise.

Behind him was a matching deep blue cape, intricately embroidered with blue flames.

"This Armor was created when the Water Deity Gonggong and the Fire God Zhurong fought fiercely long ago, their combined blood absorbed by a miraculous stone. Later, the Aquatic Tribe’s mighty spent a century crafting this set of Armor. Those below the level of Saints cannot even scratch it."

After introducing the Armor, Eight-Gods Flame continued, looking at Sun Wukong, "You should put on your Armor too, otherwise others might think that I am taking advantage of you."

"Hahaha, Armor? I, old Sun, don’t need such things. If it’s a fight you want, then fight, without all this nonsense." Sun Wukong was still furious in his heart. Suddenly attacked without rhyme or reason, and then presented with such a turtle shell-like contraption, implying that fighting him would be taking advantage. How could Sun Wukong not be angry?

Therefore, Sun Wukong made the first move. With a surge from his legs, a slight twist of his body, and an overhand grip, the Golden Hoop was already swinging. Its oppressive force and momentum were such that the ground cracked. A single blow reduces ten meetings; Sun Wukong had always relied not on Spells or Taoist Arts but on his own formidable strength.

Facing Sun Wukong’s wrathful strike, even with Ice Extreme Ancient Armor summoned, Eight-Gods Flame was unwilling to withstand the blow directly. At their level, one glance was enough to gauge the power of the opponent’s attack. Eight-Gods Flame’s wings fluttered furiously as he flew back, retreating.

However, Sun Wukong, upon gaining the upper hand, was unforgiving. Each strike was faster than the last, each more ruthless. To his dismay, Eight-Gods Flame suddenly realized that after dodging Sun Wukong’s first blow, he was unable to counterattack and could only retreat and dodge again and again.

With every swing that Sun Wukong took, if it hit nothing but air, a black dot would appear in that space. Clearly, the force contained within the staff was so immense that it punctured a hole in the void. Though not large, it was enough to illustrate the terrifying nature of Sun Wukong’s attacks.

If even the void couldn’t withstand it, the consequences if it struck a person would likely be dire. And if Sun Wukong’s staff hit a mountain of ice, no matter how massive, it would instantly be reduced to powder without exception.

Gradually, Eight-Gods Flame realized that dodging was becoming increasingly difficult. Several times he just barely avoided being hit by the staff. Suddenly, Eight-Gods Flame understood; he had made a fatal mistake. When brave warriors meet on a narrow path, the braver one wins; he had been intimidated by Sun Wukong’s momentum from the very beginning.

A flicker of fear had taken root in his heart; that’s why he chose to retreat instead of clashing head-on when faced with Sun Wukong’s first staff swing. That retreat spelled his doom.

Once a person is overwhelmed by another’s aura, defeat is not far off. Realizing this, Eight-Gods Flame broke out in a cold sweat. The next moment, a roar erupted from Eight-Gods Flame, "Ice Extreme Ancient Armor, strongest defense!" Then, instead of dodging, Eight-Gods Flame took Sun Wukong’s blow head-on.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and a hairline fracture appeared on the shoulder of the Ice Extreme Ancient Armor. Glancing at the crack with a pang of distress, Eight-Gods Flame suppressed the urge to vomit blood.

"Massacre of the Gods, Eight Forms—The First Form! Extreme Ice Condensing Thunder Kill!" The next moment, Eight-Gods Flame raised both hands high, then brought them down with force. Instantly, countless deep blue thunderbolts struck down. But upon closer inspection, what fell were not bolts of lightning, but icicles shaped like them.

Every icicle fell like raindrops, piercing through any object they touched, leaving holes in its wake.

Three breaths later, the thunderstorm ceased. Looking around, the area was riddled with dark holes of unknown depth. However, when Eight-Gods Flame’s gaze settled on the figure standing not far away, he was utterly shocked. Because Sun Wukong stood there, completely unharmed.

This was impossible; how could this be conceivable? Even if Sun Wukong had incredibly strong defenses, to emerge completely unscathed was utterly inconceivable. How did he manage it?

Eight-Gods Flame looked at Sun Wukong, the shock in his heart lingering for a long time. However, this did not cause Eight-Gods Flame to retreat, but rather, he launched an even stronger attack.

"Massacre of the Gods, Eight Forms—The Third Form! Corrosive Poisonous Water Kill!" Eight-Gods Flame knew Sun Wukong might be the strongest he had encountered, besides that person. If he did not put forth his full effort, he would likely be the one to fail. So he skipped the second form and directly used the third.

The Third Form relied not on powerful freezing ability and attack power, but on the corrosive power of water. As the saying goes, constant dripping wears away the stone; if ordinary water can pierce stone, then what of his most powerful Silent Destruction Dead Water?

The next moment, countless droplets emerged around Eight-Gods Flame, black as ink, clearly containing terrifying power. Eight-Gods Flame’s hands fluttered like a butterfly, and with each tap of his fingers, a droplet of water shot towards Sun Wukong.

In just a few breaths, all the floating droplets around Eight-Gods Flame had been launched.

Looking back at Sun Wukong, who was facing the sky full of droplets, even he could not hide a hint of solemnity. Not wanting to be careless, he shook his right hand gripping the Jingu Bang, and a tuft of what appeared to be firelight shone from one end of the staff. Then, the skyful of droplets had already arrived.

Sun Wukong’s eyes blazed with golden light, then he swung his staff at an inconceivable speed. With each swing, the tip of the Jingu Bang tapped a droplet, and the droplet was extinguished in an instant.

After five breaths, all was clear around Sun Wukong. The flame at the tip of the Jingu Bang went out.

Only Eight-Gods Flame remained, staring wide-eyed at Sun Wukong.

"Massacre of the Gods, Eight Forms—The Fifth Form! Extreme Fire Red Flame Kill!"