The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 775: I am the Supreme Heaven Great Sage [Update 7]

Chapter 775: Chapter 775: I am the Supreme Heaven Great Sage [Update 7]

"Roar——"

Sun Wukong roared in agony, his rasping howl becoming fainter and fainter, as if his reason were slowly awakening.

However, the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s stomping did not cease; instead, it became even more ruthless, almost as if he wanted to stomp Sun Wukong to death.

Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged, surrounded by golden Sanskrit characters, as the Great Prajna Sutra gradually resounded between heaven and earth.

This scene greatly excited both Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing.

"Monkey Brother, wake up, please!" Zhu Bajie shouted while swinging his Nine-Toothed Rake to slay enemies.

Sha Wujing, although silent, fixed his gaze on Sun Wukong most of the time, obviously very worried.

Qin Jun stood on the dragon’s head, looking down from above, praying for Sun Wukong to wake up quickly.

Because the Tathāgata on the other side was too dominant, Xing Tian could barely hold his own.

Hou Yi supported the entire battlefield, while Kua Fu was restrained by Xu Chongsheng; the Corpse Emperor, as the fifth-ranked sovereign, had a cultivation that was only higher, not lower, than Kua Fu’s.

Xiang Yu rampaged unchallenged, slaughtering corpse slaves and powerhouses of the Corpse Emperor Palace, making him the most ferocious presence outside of the high-end battle circles.

Xing Tian and the Tathāgata engaged in a frantic battle at the horizon’s end. Xing Tian wielded his axe and shield aggressively and with extreme speed, while, conversely, the Tathāgata fought fervently against Xing Tian with nothing but his bare hands.

Clang——

Xing Tian swung his shield, smashing it onto the Tathāgata’s face and driving him forward. The ground shook violently, and the tremendous force caused the Tathāgata’s complexion to change slightly.

"Roll——"

The Tathāgata bellowed with rage, Buddha’s light suddenly appearing, sending Xing Tian flying back. He then brought his palms together and said solemnly, "All-Law Buddha Ancestor!"

As his words fell, suddenly a myriad of arms grew behind the Tathāgata, from which ten thousand palms lashed out consecutively, pounding like a torrential downpour, so fiercely that Xing Tian could only defend with his shield.

"Damn! Thousand-armed Guanyin, huh?"

Qin Jun couldn’t help but curse out loud, finding it utterly preposterous — he hadn’t expected the Tathāgata to possess such a skill.

This scene also astonished the countless beings watching from a distance.

"The Tathāgata is so strong..."

"The Western Regions may not match the overall strength of the Great Qin Heavenly Court, but the Tathāgata’s personal combat power is extremely formidable, with few in this world able to contend with him."

"Heh, compared to the Tathāgata, I admire the Holy Emperor of Qin more. From beginning to end, he has not made a move, simply watching the turmoil with a smile!"

"That’s clearly a tortoise pulling its head in scare, right?"

"Does charging into battle necessarily define a strong person? What kind of logic is that?"

The beings began to argue, including scouts from various factions. They were there to gather intelligence, but were slowly engrossed by the war unfolding before them.

Xing Tian was bombarded with the Tathāgata’s ten thousand palms so relentlessly that he couldn’t fight back, up against such a spectacular scene of countless palms striking the enemy, whipping up winds that even unraveled the clouds.

"This bald donkey’s prowess indeed reaches the heavens..."

Xing Tian gritted his teeth and thought, but that only made him more exuberant, his blood burning throughout his body.

Pushing forward with his shield, he began to step towards the Tathāgata, but with the continuous barrage of ten thousand palms, he moved with great difficulty and force, each step cracking the surface of the earth, shaking mountains and rivers.

On the other side, the Victorious Fighting Buddha was still trampling Sun Wukong.

"Wake up! You waste!"

The Victorious Fighting Buddha stomped his foot, and at this moment, Sun Wukong’s breastplate was completely shattered. Under the iron mask, the fierceness in his eyes gradually faded, and his life force seemed to be rapidly slipping away.

Tang Sanzang continued to recite the Great Prajna Sutra, hoping to awaken Sun Wukong’s consciousness.

"I... I am not a waste!"

Sun Wukong suddenly let out a roar, an incomparable ferocious aura exploded, sending Victorious Fighting Buddha and Tang Sanzang flying away.

Boom—

The ground beneath Sun Wukong collapsed into a giant pit, the earth trembled violently, sand and stones soared into the sky, swirling around him like a tornado.

He hovered in mid-air, his body shaking.

Victorious Fighting Buddha watched with a relaxed brow and a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, revealing a profound smile.

Tang Sanzang, on the other hand, was somewhat worried, for Sun Wukong’s aura was surging again, the ferocity not only did not weaken but grew stronger.

"I... am not a waste... not a waste! Not a waste!"

Sun Wukong suddenly twisted his body, smashed into the bottom of the pit, his feet deeply embedded in the crushed rocks, with crimson demon energy spilling out from within him. The murderous red light shooting from his eyes almost solidified, terrifying to behold.

Tathāgata, battling Xing Tian in the distance, inwardly cursed at this predicament, immediately shouting, "Wukong! Kill those who look down on you!"

At the same time, golden chainmail began to cover Sun Wukong’s body, replacing the tattered black iron armor, as if the Supreme Heaven Great Sage was making a return.

Qin Jun was exhilarated, damn, Monkey Brother really is powering up like he’s on drugs, his combat strength keeps skyrocketing!

Sun Wukong took step by step out of the giant pit, leaving behind two very deep footprints. He walked towards Victorious Fighting Buddha while trying to tear off the iron mask on his face.

The golden crown and phoenix wings appeared above his head. At this moment, he looked even more similar to Victorious Fighting Buddha, aside from the color of his hair and the iron mask on his face.

"Supreme Heaven Great Sage? That’s just a beautiful dream you’ve woven for yourself, a laughable dream!"

Victorious Fighting Buddha continued to mock Sun Wukong, while also slowly pulling out the golden cudgel from his ears.

This was the first time he had taken out the golden cudgel, a sign that he was starting to take things seriously.

It also indicated that Sun Wukong’s strength was making leaps and bounds.

As Sun Wukong forcefully pulled at the iron mask, he clenched his teeth and said, "I am the Supreme Heaven Great Sage! The Supreme Heaven Great Sage is me! No one can constrain my freedom!"

He seemed to be reminding himself, repeating these words over and over.

This made Tathāgata at a distance impatient, wanting to break free from Xing Tian to aid Sun Wukong, but Xing Tian was too difficult to get rid of.

Just then, Xiang Yu also charged at Tathāgata, the Domineering Star Halberd raised high and smashing down on the back of Tathāgata’s head, irritating Tathāgata to the point where he backhanded a palm strike at him, swatting Xiang Yu into the rubble like a fly, dust flying everywhere. But the next second, Xiang Yu leaped up again, thrusting his halberd straight at Tathāgata’s abdomen.

Xing Tian also swung his axe, not giving Tathāgata a chance to escape.

Thump!

Suddenly, Sun Wukong knelt on the ground, his hands propping him up as he gasped for breath, then suddenly smashed his face into the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Sun Wukong crazily lifted his head and slammed it back down, trying to break the iron mask. This shocking scene tugged at the hearts of countless onlookers, with even Qin Jun feeling distressed.

"Your Majesty, the Great Sage looks so pitiful..." Liu Ruolai couldn’t help but say. The once arrogant and proud Sun Wukong had fallen to such a state, evoking sighs from the simple-minded Liu Ruolai.

Even Bai Ze and Zhuge Liang couldn’t help but admire Sun Wukong’s tenacious will.

"He’s not pitiful, because he is the Supreme Heaven Great Sage, he will only redeem himself!" Qin Jun muttered, his gaze firmly fixed on Sun Wukong who looked like he’d gone mad.

Victorious Fighting Buddha was also stunned in place, not expecting Sun Wukong to refrain from rampaging, but instead beginning to struggle to break free from his shackles.

"Amitabha."

Tang Sanzang uttered the phrase, his gaze complex as he looked at Sun Wukong repeatedly slamming his face into the ground.

Tathāgata was his master in a former life, and Sun Wukong was his disciple then; he couldn’t bring himself to hate either side. Powerless to intervene, all Tang Sanzang could do was watch, and it was deeply troubling to him.