"No one can constrain your freedom? What a joke!"
The Victorious Fighting Buddha burst into laughter, his words filled with mockery. He looked at Sun Wukong with pity and exclaid, "Have you forgotten why you were punished by heaven, why you were imprisoned in the Eight Diagrams furnace, and why Tathāgata pressed you under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years?"
Sun Wukong refused to listen, his face still smashing into the ground like mad. Gradually, a layer of fierce flas began to lick over the surface of his body.
These flas, similar to the Samadhi Real Fire, quickly heated the iron mask until it glowed red-hot.
"Hiss— Has the Supre Heaven Great Sage gone mad?"
"He’s not mad, he’s trying to save himself!"
"What exactly did Tathāgata do to Sun Wukong?"
"All Buddhas are hypocrites. It seems there is so reason in the gods expelling the Taoism of Buddhism."
"Why do I feel like the Supre Heaven Great Sage is about to turn coat and join the Holy Emperor of Qin?"
Beings watching from afar were discussing fervently, looking at Sun Wukong’s frantic actions, they could not help but admire him.
If it were them, could they do the sa as Sun Wukong?
Even Xu Chongsheng, who was fighting Kua Fu, looked at Sun Wukong with new respect. He had indeed misjudged earlier; just with this will alone, this monkey demon would surely be extraordinary in the future.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha, holding the Ruyi Jingu Bang, casually strolled in front of Sun Wukong, looked down on him from a superior position, no longer provoking him with words, just silently watching him.
Waiting for him to free himself.
What puzzled Qin Jun was, why hadn’t the Victorious Fighting Buddha rged with Sun Wukong yet?
According to what the system said, wouldn’t Sun Wukong wake up once he and the Victorious Fighting Buddha fused?
Could it be that the Victorious Fighting Buddha had other intentions?
At the sa ti, he transmitted a ssage to Hou Yi, "Go help Xing Tian and Xiang Yu; don’t let Tathāgata escape!"
The ultimate goal of this trip was Tathāgata’s Nirvana Bodhi. Defeating Tathāgata was necessary, but they absolutely couldn’t let him escape.
Upon hearing this, Hou Yi imdiately flew towards Tathāgata.
Although he was the supre authority in archery, he was originally a Great Witch, and his physical body was on par with Kua Fu, not a bit weaker.
Instantly, he transford into a giant ten thousand zhang high and furiously ramd his shoulder into Tathāgata, reminiscent of the ancient witch Gonggong ramming into Mount Buzhou, hitting Tathāgata’s back, causing Tathāgata to grit his teeth in pain.
Xing Tian’s eyes flashed fiercely, seizing the opportunity to swing his axe, striking directly into Tathāgata’s chest. This blow was much more ferocious than before, creating a long gash on Tathāgata’s chest.
But Tathāgata, being a golden-bodied Buddha, didn’t bleed even when wounded.
"Seeking death!"
Enraged, Tathāgata rapidly struck out with myriad palms. Such was the speed that afterimages erged, making it appear as if millions of palms were striking Xing Tian’s body, causing Xing Tian to uncontrollably tremble and his feet to leave the ground.
The overwhelming pressure caused the earth to continuously collapse, the soil being displaced in all directions as if it were the scene of the apocalypse.
Hou Yi drew the Shooting Sun God Bow, and the blazing giant arrow that manifested was less than five thousand zhang from Tathāgata. For their imnse size, this was incredibly close, almost point-blank.
With a bang!
The giant arrow of flas struck the back of Tathāgata’s neck, forcing Tathāgata to turn around. His myriad palms shot out again, pouring down like torrential rain upon Hou Yi, instantly overpowering him and sending him flying away.
Xiang Yu, who had not taken on a ten thousand zhang form but stood a hundred zhang tall, stealthily attacked Tathāgata. However, his attacks were like mosquito bites to Tathāgata.
"You are all too weak!"
Tathāgata roared, his myriad palms striking out in every direction while his huge form flew towards Sun Wukong.
Massive as a divine mountain, he recklessly charged, knocking away an unknown number of Great Qin’s strong warriors and killing countless soldiers and corpse slaves, including his own monks from the Western Regions.
Seeing the Tathāgata attack, Qin Jun hastily shouted, "Protect Sun Wukong!"
As his words fell, Yang Jian, Yuan Hong, Nine Spirit Yuan Saint, the Giant Bird, Luo Shixin, the Nine-headed Insect, and other strong warriors rushed towards the Tathāgata, their battle cries shaking the heavens.
"An arm to stop a chariot!"
With a snort of anger and laughter, the Tathāgata, in his state as the all-encompassing Buddhist ancestor, was invincible.
As his laughter ceased, ten thousand palms, bearing the destructive power of heaven and earth, struck at warriors like Yang Jian, sending them all hurling backward, spitting blood.
This scene caused Qin Jun’s brows to furrow tightly. The Tathāgata was truly too strong!
"Is this guy really severely injured?"
Qin Jun couldn’t help but question. Could the news have been a smokescreen, or had the Tathāgata recovered during this ti?
Just then, Xing Tian and Hou Yi ca charging, working seamlessly together, striking from left and right, breaking many of the Tathāgata’s arms.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha held his staff and slowly turned around, looking at the Tathāgata who seed like a Buddha enraged at world’s end. A flicker of unusual light passed through his eyes. Clasping his staff tightly, he murmured, "I only have seven days. I cannot only fulfill the destiny of another self, I must also do sothing for myself."
In the midst of speaking, he stepped towards the Tathāgata. His phoenix wings and red cape fluttered over his head, his slightly emaciated figure nonetheless conveying the aura of a war god.
He is the Victorious Fighting Buddha!
Bang—
Suddenly, the sound of shattered iron armor ca from behind, causing the Victorious Fighting Buddha to pause his steps, turning back in surprise.
Sun Wukong was seen propping himself up with his hands on the ground, his iron mask now mostly broken, the remaining part seared red-hot by flas, half his face exposed, fiercely grim, with blood-red eyes.
He, the Supre Heaven Great Sage, had finally broken free from the Tathāgata’s shackles!
"You old Tathāgata... I’m going to fight you for a hundred thousand rounds!"
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and spoke coldly, sending chills down the spines of all who heard, raising goosebumps.
"Ding! Mission accomplished—Rescue Sun Wukong! You’ve gained one God and Demon summoning opportunity and one God and Demon instance opportunity!"
The system prompt rang in Qin Jun’s mind, also signifying that Sun Wukong was free from the Tathāgata’s control, to Qin Jun’s great surprise.
Sun Wukong tore off the remaining pieces of the iron mask from his face, slowly standing up. With a beckoning of his right hand, the distant staff swiftly flew back into his hand.
He, holding the staff, ca to stand beside the Victorious Fighting Buddha, his gaze fixed on the Tathāgata, and asked through gritted teeth, "Are you the Victorious Fighting Buddha?"
He had heard from Qin Jun about his original fate from a previous life, knowing that after obtaining the scriptures, he would join Buddhism and be nad the Victorious Fighting Buddha.
"I am Sun Wukong," replied the Victorious Fighting Buddha with an indifferent expression.
"Why did you choose to fall into Buddhism?" Sun Wukong asked, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Victorious Fighting Buddha. Aside from the different color of their fur, they looked exactly alike, making Tang Sanzang and others behind them blink in astonishnt.
It also made many onlookers do a double-take.
"How can one obtain the cub without entering the tiger’s den?" the Victorious Fighting Buddha replied softly, seemingly oblivious to the reproach in Sun Wukong’s tone.
Sun Wukong remained silent; the two simians seed to step forward together, in sync, approaching the Tathāgata, who was embroiled with Xing Tian and Hou Yi.
In front of Xing Tian, the Tathāgata, and Hou Yi, they seed incredibly small, yet their silhouettes were unflinching and fearless.
Qin Jun, moved by the sight, quickly commanded in his heart, "Begin summoning God and Demon!"
Rescuing Sun Wukong had earned him a God and Demon summoning opportunity and an instance opportunity, which he naturally had to use imdiately.
If the newly summoned God and Demon was strong enough, perhaps they could turn the tide. Even if not, it wouldn’t hurt to try!
"Ding! Beginning random God and Demon summoning!"
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