The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 764: Mad Monkey Wukong

Chapter 764: Chapter 764: Mad Monkey Wukong

"Kill! All of you, attack!"

E’zang stood atop the border city walls, bellowing in rage. Having been sealed by Tathāgata as the Town Evil Wrathful Buddha, his roar was immensely majestic.

The soldiers of the West Territory were invigorated, each seizing their magical treasures and leaping into the fray like arrows released from their bowstrings, charging into the sky to face the onslaught of Great Qin’s heavenly forces.

Yang Jian, at the forefront of the assault, suddenly morphed, unleashing his Divine Power to transform into a colossal figure stretching ten thousand zhang high.

"Die at my hand—"

Yang Jian snarled with a laugh, swinging his blade downward. Not holding back in the slightest, he struck with full might. As the God of War’s tri-point double-edged sword descended, the sheer pressure of the wind pinned the numerous West Territory soldiers in mid-air, rendering them immobile.

"How dare you!"

E’zang roared mightily, raising his palm to strike at Yang Jian. A giant hand that could obscure the sky materialized out of nowhere, intent on batting Yang Jian away.

With a bang!

Kua Fu instantly appeared beside Yang Jian, throwing a punch from his waist and brutally smashing the colossal hand to pieces, startling E’zang to his core.

This man is incredibly powerful!

E’zang inwardly exclaimed in shock. Kua Fu was a being nearing the end of the Daluo Immortal Realm, whereas E’zang was merely at the intermediate stage of the same realm, already falling behind in terms of momentum.

At the same time, Yang Jian’s tri-point double-edged sword carved through the air with a slash capable of splitting the heavens.

This strike, it could shatter mountains and cleave the earth!

It could sever rivers and hills!

Countless West Territory soldiers looked up at the descending war god’s tri-point double-edged sword with faces filled with terror. There was no miracle to save them; the blade still fell.

The ground thundered—

Yang Jian’s sword hit the earth, kicking up dust thousands of zhang high, instantly grinding hundreds of thousands of West Territory soldiers into mincemeat with its Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi swept away, cleaving a vast gaping hole in the West Territory’s border defenses, a sight that had onlookers from afar exclaiming in astonishment.

"Who is he? So strong!"

"He... You don’t know him? That’s Erlang Shen, the one who swept through the Nine Domains!"

"Sss—Erlang Shen! Truly domineering!"

"The Holy Emperor of Qin really does have a cloud of mighty warriors under his command."

"It looks like the West Territory is no match at all!"

The monks inhaled sharply in unison, deeply impressed by the Great Qin’s heavenly forces; just in terms of military strength, Great Qin was overwhelmingly crushing the West Territory.

However, this was the border of the West Territory, and Tathāgata wouldn’t possibly have moved all his forces here.

Thud—

Xiang Yu suddenly flew backward out of the rolling dust, crashing against Yang Jian’s leg. But to Yang Jian at that moment, Xiang Yu was as insignificant as a fly.

"Damn it! How does this rascal keep getting stronger..." Xiang Yu muttered, shaking his hand and cursing under his breath. His breastplate had cracked, indicative of Sun Wukong’s formidable strength.

Whoosh—

A blood-red demon energy swept the dust waves aside, revealing Sun Wukong kneeling a kilometer away. The crimson demon energy whirled around him like a tornado. His iron armor was mostly shattered, and bits of his monkey fur fluttered in the wind, yet his iron mask remained undamaged.

"I... will kill you... kill you..."

Sun Wukong’s eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent, staring down Xiang Yu as if he were prey.

In the sky, Hou Yi approached Qin Jun and, looking down at the battle below, asked, "Do you want me to take action?"

With one arrow, he could subdue Sun Wukong.

Of course, Sun Wukong would inevitably be grievously wounded.

Qin Jun frowned and raised his hand, "Don’t panic just yet!"

He wanted to see just how much combat power Sun Wukong could unleash. At the moment, Sun Wukong had surpassed the peak state described in Journey to the West.

The ground beneath their feet shook violently as sand and stones flew up. Sun Wukong brought his iron staff crashing down with a boom, shattering the earth within a hundred meters into a huge crater.

His aura became more violent, as if he had entered a demonic trance.

Elsewhere, the soldiers from both sides collided like two torrents, fighting fiercely in the sky and on the ground.

Kua Fu was brutally beating E’zang, using his overpowering physical strength to land punches that made E’zang spit blood, powerless to fight back. They moved away from the battlefield—Kua Fu pressed E’zang’s old face with his right hand, streaking across the sky and smashing him into a thousand-foot-tall mountain, sending rocks tumbling down.

Yang Jian was restrained by five Taiyi Realm experts, while Luo Shixin, Nine-headed Insect, Nezha, Yuan Hong, and other generals, like tigers among sheep, joined the battlefield to reap lives.

Clang—

The Domineering Star Halberd and the iron staff collided again, and Xiang Yu’s forehead also slammed into Sun Wukong’s iron mask. They began to wrestle, shaking the soil beneath their feet to spread in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the soil within a kilometer collapsed, a spectacular sight.

"Worthy of being the Supreme Heaven Great Sage esteemed by His Majesty, you truly qualify to call yourself the Great Sage!"

Xiang Yu smirked, laughing softly, his proud eyes fixed on Sun Wukong’s.

Supreme Heaven Great Sage!

Sun Wukong’s pupils narrowed, his figure trembled, but in that moment of slight relaxation, he was sent flying by Xiang Yu’s unparalleled strength, blood splattering from the palms of his hands.

Boom—

Sun Wukong rolled along the ground like a ball, stirring up a storm of dust and wind, flying a full thirty thousand meters away.

This showed how terrifying Xiang Yu’s strength was.

If it were a common Daluo Golden Immortal, they would probably have exploded on the spot.

Sun Wukong propped up his body with his iron staff. He was covered in blood and looked extremely miserable, but he swayed unsteadily, refusing to fall.

Xiang Yu, carrying the Domineering Star Halberd, walked towards him and shouted loudly, "Sun Wukong, if you continue to be obstinate, you shall never recover!"

Sun Wukong gasped for breath, his iron mask hiding his expression, but from the crimson in his eyes, it was clear he still hadn’t snapped out of his frenzy.

The Ancestral Relic in his mind began to take effect.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A mad roar echoed within Sun Wukong’s mind, causing a terrifyingly fierce light to shoot from his eyes amid the sandstorm.

Just then, Tang Sanzang suddenly floated down, standing between Xiang Yu and Sun Wukong.

"Amitabha, Wukong, won’t you turn back? Do you wish to repeat past mistakes?"

Tang Sanzang brought his hands together and spoke with an air of righteousness, his voice acting as a warning to the world, causing the fierce light in Sun Wukong’s eyes to waver.

"Master, what are you doing? Get back!"

From afar, Zhu Bajie cried out anxiously. He could see that Sun Wukong had completely succumbed to demon energy, becoming a battle-crazed demon. Did Tang Sanzang really think he could reform Sun Wukong again?

It was a fool’s dream!

Besides, this Sun Wukong was not the one who had been suppressed for five hundred years; his very bones were filled with violent warlike tendencies.

Tang Sanzang remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on Sun Wukong as he recited, "By realizing the ’emptiness’ in all things as the true way, one should fulfill the ten following thoughts: the thoughts of Buddha, Dharma, Sangha, precepts, generosity, heavens, in-breath and out-breath, disenchantment, death, and body. Because these thoughts cannot be grasped, therefore..."

Golden light erupted, enveloping Tang Sanzang in profound Sanskrit characters that made him appear utterly divine.

Sun Wukong, illuminated by the golden light, collapsed, weakened, to the ground.

"What is this..." Xiang Yu’s brow furrowed. From his perspective, within the sandstorm, Tang Sanzang seemed like a deity descended to earth, and his Buddhist chant brought tranquility to the listener’s mind.

Sun Wukong dropped his iron staff, clutched his head, and didn’t scream or rage, but rather grasped his head in what seemed to be agonizing pain.