As Sun Wukong was sent flying backward, he also saw that the dense green figures had all disappeared. Could it be that the green light he had just seen caused all the doppelgangers to converge into one? All the power from the countless dao patterns that had belonged to the overwhelmingly strong had now converged into a single person. To what extent had this person's strength increased? Peak Supre? Domain Lord Level? Or even stronger?
In the mont he was blasted away, Sun Wukong felt the destructive force of that punch. Speaking of the strength of the punch alone, it wasn't actually that powerful, at most similar to a punch from a Peak Supre after gathering full strength. However, what surprised Wukong was the destructive power this punch utilized. Earlier, Wukong had wanted to test the strength of the person who had appeared out of nowhere and was indeed caught off guard, so he did not defend at all, allowing the sudden punch from the young man to land solidly on his abdon.
Nevertheless, it was mostly blocked by the armor made from the Three Thousand Barren Soil that Wukong was wearing, so he didn't actually suffer any damage. However, the reason why Wukong still felt palpitations from the punch was that it had completely disintegrated the armor made from the Three Thousand Barren Soil. By the ti Wukong landed, the armor had completely vanished.
The manner in which the armor disappeared also left Wukong feeling a bit scared. When that punch struck the armor on his abdon, Wukong only felt a stream of pure life force enter the armor as if about to flow into his body too. Out of caution, Wukong did not let this life force enter his body but instead mobilized his tal Series spiritual power to keep the life force outside. Therefore, all the life force remained stored within the armor.
Then the area around the abdon of the armor suddenly glowed with a green light and started to crack. The cracks rapidly spread across the entire suit of armor. In just a short span of ti, the entire suit of armor had crumbled into fragnts. And Wukong also saw many tender green grasses growing on the armor fragnts. It was clear without thinking that these grasses were definitely the culprits behind the disintegration of his armor. The life force that had been poured in with that punch had this effect.
Instead of imdiately using the Three Thousand Barren Soil to condense another suit of armor, Sun Wukong boldly stood there and hooked his finger at the young man, saying, "Co on, co here, co, punch again!" After speaking, he actually puffed up his chest, looking as if he truly intended to take another punch from that person. The young man seed to understand Sun Wukong's words and almost spat flas of anger from his eyes. With an angry roar to the sky, he too was clad in a new set of armor, but it looked rather crude, seemingly woven from ancient tree branches and vines.
Then the young man moved, a green light condensed around his right fist, emitting a dazzling erald brilliance, followed by a ferocious punch that once again struck Sun Wukong's abdon. The force of this punch was much greater, and without the protection of the armor, Wukong only felt a pang of pain in his belly. However, it was not unbearable; there was a big difference between pain and excruciating pain.
Similarly, Wukong's figure was sent flying out again, and although he landed on his feet this ti, he still took a half-step back. His facial expression continuously changed—first a bit of pain, then astonishnt, followed by delight, and finally a look as if to say, "As expected." Sun Wukong lightly rubbed his belly and grinned at the young man. This ti, without any hesitation, he charged directly at the young man.
With the Jingu Bang trailing behind him, Sun Wukong appeared behind the young man with a flash. The Golden Hoop struck down from above with great force, but inexplicably, his mighty strike missed, and the young man took advantage of Wukong's miss to deliver a back elbow strike that crashed into Wukong's chest. Sun Wukong was sent stumbling back, taking three large steps to counteract the force of the elbow strike.
But one misstep could potentially lead to a complete defeat, and while Wukong had just steadied himself, the young man already appeared above his head. The young man flipped in mid-air and then chopped down with his right leg. Wukong's reaction was a beat too slow. Before he could cross his arms over his head, his shoulder was hit with a smash. The heavy force made Wukong's body almost drop to his knees, and before he could grab the leg that hit his shoulder, the young man had flipped again and landed in front of Wukong.
At that mont, Wukong's body was tilting forward to counteract the descending force, and the young man, appearing in front of Wukong, imdiately thrust his right knee out, delivering a fierce knee strike to Wukong's head. The strength in the legs being greater than the arms, this knee strike was much more powerful than the elbow strike earlier, causing Wukong's head to snap back. The young man did not stop there, instead he leaped high into the air, and as Wukong's body reeled backward, the young man plumted, bending his legs and smashing his knees hard onto Wukong's chest.
This series of attacks could be described as exquisitely seamless. They fully connected their own attack power, the opponent's bodily response, and the thod of their next attack perfectly, making it impossible for anyone to withstand. With a push from his legs, the young man had already risen, looking at the large pit created by his own impact and at Sun Wukong at the bottom of the pit, the young man showed a hint of a smug expression.
Arrogance, however, required capital. anwhile, the little Monkey had been observing the battle intently and, upon seeing that Sun Wukong was suddenly helpless against the surprise attack of the young man, both the little Monkey and the tree demon Ye Zi showed varying shades of gloom on their faces. The little Monkey's face reflected confusion and bewildernt, while the tree demon Ye Zi showed a highly smug expression. "Is this the helper you found? Not that impressive, after all? I initially thought he was quite powerful from the arrogance he showed, but it turns out he's only this much. My Primordial Avatar hasn't even displayed its full strength yet!"
The little Monkey didn't respond to the tree demon Ye Zi's words. Instead, he took another look at the deep pit, then turned back to concentrate on dealing with the Fire Phoenix that was a thousand ters in length. Although the Fire Phoenix was a fire spirit, it was rather tricky. Its terrifying explosive capabilities made the little Monkey feel that there was no way to start an attack. Whatever thod he attempted was t with an explosion induced by the Fire Phoenix, and it seed that in the hands of the Fire Phoenix, everything could be used for an explosion; trees, rocks, elental energy, even space itself.
While Sun Wukong and the little Monkey were struggling against the ancient, extraordinary tree, in the Netherworld Palace, Sha Wujing, whose Primordial Spirit had been restored by the little Monkey, finally awoke. The first thing he did upon waking was to kneel on the ground and, facing the east, kowtow nine tis before breaking into heart-wrenching sobs. Those who heard about it and ca running did not know how to react, and, given the attack power and hostility previously displayed by Sha Wujing, no one dared to approach him casually. Everyone stood guarded around Sha Wujing, watching him weep uncontrollably.
What rendered everyone sowhat speechless was that Monk Sha just knelt there, embracing his head and sobbing for a full quarter of an hour, showing no signs of stopping. Finally, it was Xi Zhao who, after looking around at the people, and seeing them all make a "none-of-my-business" appearance, sighed with resignation. Xi Zhao then walked over slowly, carrying his weapon, and gently patted Sha Wujing's shoulder, saying, "Sha, Sha Wujing, right? Can you, can you wait a mont before continuing to cry?"
Feeling soone's pat, Sha Wujing gradually stopped crying and turned his tear-streaked, bearded face towards Xi Zhao. That aggrieved look in his eyes gave Xi Zhao the feeling of owing soone tens of thousands of Silver and then beating them up without paying back. With an awkward smile, Xi Zhao said, "My na is Xi Zhao. I'm a good friend of Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong, do you rember him?"
Sha Wujing, who had been crying pitifully, jumped up the mont he heard Sun Wukong's na, startling everyone around. The Fla God nearly lost control and threw his Exploding Phoenix out. Xi Zhao was also startled, but just then, Sha Wujing suddenly asked, "Where is my eldest disciple brother? Where is he?" Following Sha Wujing's words, a powerful fluctuation of the Water Elent surged from his body, and then the water elent ford two water bands that spun rapidly around him.
"Stop, stop, your eldest disciple brother went out on business, don't worry, he'll be back soon," sensing that the two water bands were made entirely of Primordial Water, Xi Zhao felt a surge of fear. If this guy went on a rampage, it would be a disaster. Even if he couldn't harm those present, destroying the Netherworld Palace would still be a serious loss.
Sure enough, upon hearing Xi Zhao's words, Sha Wujing cald down slightly but still fixed a stern look at the crowd, "What proof do you have that you're not a bad person? That you're not deceiving ?"
Before Xi Zhao could speak up, the Fla God suddenly threw sothing, then said, "Big beard, catch. The Monkey said if you woke up and he wasn't there, to give you this." As he finished speaking, he tossed a ssage Jade Slip towards Sha Wujing.
Catching it with his hand, Sha Wujing saw it was rely a ssage Jade Slip and then channeled a thread of his Spirit Power into it. Soon after, a very familiar voice rang out in Sha Wujing's mind. Sha Wujing burst into tears once again!
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