Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 712 - 543

Chapter 712: 543

Wang Yang spun around, and the Long Spear whizzed past him, taking a piece of his garment with it.

Wang Yang’s long spear was drawn out, and with one end, he thrust it ferociously toward Zhang Xun’s helmeted head.

Dong!

The strike pierced right through Zhang Xun’s helmet and head, his movements halted. Without pulling out the long spear, Wang Yang stepped on Long Spear, and leveraged the force to catapult himself into the air.

His left hand resembled the claw of a hawk, capturing its prey, a move Wang Yang emulated from the hunting style of an unknown eagle-like Mythical Beast from Primordial Continent.

Zhang Xun instinctively looked up, and Wang Yang’s left hand, with fingers curled, gripped onto Zhang Xun’s head, plunging deeply into his skull.

"Ahhhh!"

Zhang Xun let out a beast-like howl, chilling to anyone who heard it, but Wang Yang knew that Zhang Xun had become a true Demon and naturally, there was no semblance of morality left.

With his fingers withdrawn, Wang Yang flipped backward to face Zhang Xun. Zhang Xun, driven by a nameless rage, swung his long spear like a club at Wang Yang.

Wang Yang, calm and collected, adjusted his posture in the air, evading Zhang Xun’s furious strike.

The moment he landed, Wang Yang’s left foot stomped on the ground, its surface soft pine, beneath it hard-packed soil, forming a deep footprint, sinking three inches deep.

As for the boots on Wang Yang’s feet, they had been shattered beyond recognition during the battle with Zhang Xun. After several full-force exchanges, the boots had crumbled into pieces.

A dark shadow darted past the onslaught of Zhang Xun’s Long Spear, aiming straight for Zhang Dong’s chest. Zhang Xun made no move to retrieve his spear for defense, as with Wang Yang’s current strength, it seemed impossible to overcome Zhang Xun, now melded with his armor.

But the reality was quite the contrary. With the momentum of his charge, Wang Yang’s body was already soaring, his left shoulder leaning slightly outward, and his left hand drawn back, focusing all of his physical strength into that shoulder.

He lunged directly toward Zhang Xun.

With this lean, Wang Yang could exert force more than twice his own physical strength. He had already gauged Zhang Xun’s power, knowing that it could not greatly surpass his own.

This assault reached the limits of Zhang Xun’s physical endurance, guaranteeing severe, irrecoverable damage that even Demonic Qi could not heal.

Even as Wang Yang’s strength was suppressed, Demonic Qi would not fare well. His shoulder crashed into Zhang Xun’s chest, caving it in deeply.

And with explosive force from Wang Yang’s shoulder, Zhang Xun’s armor on his back burst apart, shattering dozens of his bones in an instant, eliciting a muffled groan from Zhang Xun.

Not only had this blow put Zhang Xun at a disadvantage, but it was also a significant one. Had it not been for his armor, Zhang Xun would have perished from that strike.

"I respect you as a military general who understands righteousness. Even with us serving different lords, sparing your life wouldn’t be impossible. Alas, we stand on the grounds of good and evil, and today, it’s either your death or mine," said Wang Yang.

Wang Yang took a deep look at Zhang Xun and swept a leg at Zhang Xun’s weak knee, which gave way instantly.

Wang Yang felt that Zhang Xun’s knee almost collapsed without resistance under this strike.

It wasn’t that Wang Yang had become stronger, but rather Zhang Xun had become weaker. The Demonic Qi within Zhang Xun no longer granted him additional strength and seemed to be retracting. Indeed, the Demonic Qi had completely given up on Zhang Xun.

Although Demonic Qi needs a host in this world, it remains an intangible entity, capable of moving through the air for a short period once the container is broken to seek another host.

But Wang Yang, of course, had no such designs.

With a thud, Wang Yang retracted his leg, and Zhang Xun collapsed to his knees before him. Stretching out a hand, Wang Yang was perfectly positioned to press it against Zhang Xun’s head.

Zhang Xun struggled vainly, but the heaven and earth spiritual power within Wang Yang clung tightly to him.

Zhang Xun tried to reach out to Wang Yang, but his hands were too heavy to lift, as if the Demonic Qi within him was fading away.

With Zhang Xun’s struggles growing weaker, his eyes regained their clarity, and Wang Yang knew that the Demonic Qi within Zhang Xun had been purged.

But because of the recent damage caused by Wang Yang, he had not held back at all; each move was lethal, and every strike could have easily killed Zhang Xun.

Once the Demonic Qi in Zhang Xun’s body dissipated, his injuries erupted, beyond what any ordinary person could withstand. In no time, his palms became withered.

His black hair also began to fall out en masse, leaving only a few sparse strands tinged with blood on his head. Zhang Xun’s cheeks started to wrinkle, his face resembling that of a little old man.

This was the cost of power. The Demons and Monsters nearby were also closing in at this moment, but Wang Yang’s long spear swept through them, forcefully dispersing the horde.

Several Demons and Monsters were bisected in this one strike.

Those hit by it were essentially as good as dead.

By this point, Zhang Xun was exhaling more than inhaling, and any slight mishap could result in his death on this battlefield.

"I, Zhang Xun, have spared no effort in clashing with a character like you... This lifetime has been worth it," he coughed with laughter.

Before the laughter could fade, Zhang Xun drew his last breath, leaving behind a face that gazed at the sky in melancholy. Though aged, the vigor of his youth was still discernible upon closer examination.

"You were a respectable opponent, but it’s a pity that one of us was destined to die," sighed Wang Yang, gripping his spear tightly. The body of Zhang Xun on the ground suddenly burst apart, turning into a cloud of dust; the gap in their power systems was just too vast.

Their power and speed were nearly matched, but Zhang Xun’s fighting techniques, all derived from explorations by people of the Three Kingdoms era, while possibly refined to a sophisticated Realm.

Still, they paled in comparison to the multitude of methods Wang Yang carried from the beasts of Primordial Continent.

Even without unleashing the Power of a Saint, his formidable power was concentrated in each thread of his Divine Thought.

Especially just now, when his blood boiled with fervor, Wang Yang had exerted a power surpassing the ultimate strength of this incarnation.

Perhaps for his true self, it was quite ordinary, but in this mundane world, Wang Yang’s power could be considered among the very top of ordinary people.

The recent stimulation of his body by heaven and earth spiritual power meant Wang Yang could take on a thousand soldiers single-handedly if needed.

"General, save me!"

Seeing Wang Yang’s fight was over, the Qingzhou troops began to call out for help. Though the Demons and Monsters were exceedingly fragile, their sheer numbers and fearlessness in the face of death were overwhelming.

Despite being mounted, each Qingzhou soldier had sustained some injuries, which would stay with them forever, particularly since wounds caused by Demonic Qi were extremely hard to recover from.

Wang Yang rose to his feet and charged towards the Qingzhou troops. His long spear, like a mighty dragon, pierced through a long line of Demons and Monsters, reducing them to ash, and suddenly, a clear path formed in front of him.

The Demons and Monsters became even more frenzied, but Wang Yang’s face was filled with emotion, as none of the Qingzhou troops, even in the face of an overwhelming enemy, showed any sign of fear.

Perhaps this was why Cao Cao had so many talented individuals under his command in the Three Kingdoms era—loyalty was of utmost importance.

And now, he had become one of them.

Wang Yang had transformed into a merciless machine of slaughter. His long spear reaped through the Demons and Monsters like cutting down rice stalks, with each sweep resulting in a swath of deaths. The scattered Qingzhou soldiers began moving towards Wang Yang.

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