Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 908 - 793: The Crisis of the Law Enforcers
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Primordial Honor, is not only formidable in strength but also unfathomable in wisdom and cunning. With almost divine calculations, he has finally erased all adverse situations. Now, he is undoubtedly the strongest existence in this Fang Universe, an unbeatable entity. This situation is the worst kind predicted in Zhibei’s divinations, and it is the scenario the Annihilation Nine-Headed Serpent most wants to avoid. However, just when everyone thought the outcome was sealed, the gears of fate quietly shifted, as a certain great individual once said, never underestimate your opponent, even if it is just an ant.
From a million miles away, Sun Wukong saw the moment when Primordial Honor swallowed the Spirit Pill transformed by the Spirit Controller. Sun Wukong did not know what had happened before, but he understood that it was all too late. All his previous confidence was based on Primordial Honor not merging with the little monkey. With Sun Wukong’s current strength, he could break through any traps and mechanisms, then take advantage of Primordial Honor’s weakness to kill him. But now, just watching Primordial Honor with his Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes, Sun Wukong felt a chill in his heart, a reaction of the body facing an enemy he cannot possibly resist.
This chill is felt most acutely by the Heavenly Patroller. He is directly bearing the full pressure from Primordial Honor. But, relying on his pride and the indomitable fighting spirit in his heart, he held on forcefully. However, others did not have that kind of strength; although they did not immediately fall to their knees, their bodies trembled uncontrollably. The Heavenly Patroller didn’t know what he felt at that moment—a mix of remorse, regret, fear, and even despair. But above all, it was a sigh.
He was acutely aware that all this was his doing. His arrogance, his pride that aimed to be superior, led him not to immediately kill the Spirit Controller, ultimately resulting in Primordial Honor’s recovery, or more accurately, resurrection. The Primordial Honor possessing the Spirit, despite lacking a physical body, radiated such pressure from his soul and essence that the Heavenly Patroller found breathing difficult. “Heavenly Patroller, honestly speaking, I should thank you. But I doubt you need my gratitude, so now I give you a choice: either cripple your cultivation, and I grant you life, or I let you be obliterated, never to exist again.”
It was mockery, no doubt intended by Primordial Honor. For him, it wasn’t just a guaranteed victory; it was a cold-blooded slaughter at the pinnacle above all others. He no longer needed any concerns or worries. With his current power, he could easily destroy anything he wished to destroy. This reflects the immense gap between Primordial Honor and Heavenly Venerate—a chasm vast beyond compare.
Moreover, the name Primordial Honor isn’t his original name; as for his real name, he long forgot it. Ever since he broke through the Heavenly Venerate Realm to achieve eternity, he was revered as Primordial Honor; it’s been several trillion years. In each universe, at most only one Primordial Honor can appear, so universes have adopted the level of cultivation known as Primordial Honor as the specific name for a particular individual. The only difference lies in the disparity between him and Heavenly Venerate, the distinction akin to an abyss.
Only now, with most of his spirit returning, has he truly become Primordial Honor, although he is the lowest level Primordial Honor, yet Primordial Honor is still Primordial Honor, utterly different in rank from Heavenly Venerate. The Heavenly Patroller looked up with difficulty at Primordial Honor, speaking firmly and resolutely, “You can kill me. But make me surrender? Impossible!” The Heavenly Patroller’s words were adamant, leaving no room for compromise, instantly conveying his determination. Primordial Honor, however, laughed, “Well then, you can go ahead and die. You eight… just happen to be perfect for me to practice. Moreover, your spirit can also replenish me somewhat.”
After speaking, Primordial Honor did not immediately attack but instead abruptly slashed his right hand in front of him. Suddenly, Primordial Honor’s attire changed into a blood-red Battle Armor, and behind him was a scarlet cloak, on it embroidered with golden thread a very special character, a character known to no one. In Primordial Honor’s universe, this character means “battle”. With his unique berserk battle techniques, Primordial Honor became rare among Primordial Honors as the Battle Honor.
Of course, Battle Honor was only his title. He still preferred to be called Primordial Honor. It was a testament to his glory and strength. Looking at the long-lost Battle Armor, Primordial Honor spoke with satisfaction, “Over a million years, I have finally donned this Battle Armor again. Finally, I can fully use my Berserk Battle Techniques, otherwise just using the Divine Mortal Technique and Nine Headed Annihilation Technique was dull indeed.” Primordial Honor was right; before his spirit had returned, he could only use two of the Nine Techniques, making his previous battles much harder. This was the greatest flaw of the Berserk Battle Techniques; as his power diminished, the number of techniques he could use reduced increasingly.
Eyes fixed on Primordial Honor and the other few individuals, Primordial Honor pondered leisurely, “Since you were originally Elixir Spirit Pills, dealing with you is best done with the Fire Decision. However, the other Divine Arts I haven’t used in a long time too, so here’s the deal: all eight of you, everyone’s involved, let’s begin now.” After speaking, Primordial Honor extended his right hand, making a virtual grasping gesture towards the Heavenly Patroller, who immediately felt his body confined by an overwhelming force, even his soul was included. The Seal Heavenly Stamp and Seal Heavenly Lock Earth only truly manifested their power in Primordial Honor’s hands this moment.
Then, Primordial Honor extended his index finger towards the Heavenly Patroller, a point of fire ignited at the fingertip, shooting forward at a pace not fast toward the Heavenly Patroller. The speed was indeed not fast; for the Heavenly Patroller, it seemed almost a static movement speed. If one had to describe it, perhaps it resembled the pace of an ordinary mortal walking. Of course, this mortal should be at least an eighty-year-old elder.
It was intentional by Primordial Honor, whether to avenge the Spirit Controller or satisfy his anger; in any case, he, much like the former Heavenly Patroller, did not intend to kill the opponent immediately. Only after sufficient suffering and fear upon death, such a spirit would be most replenishing for him.
Time appeared infinitely slowed down; the Heavenly Patroller watched the flame move toward him bit by bit, fear starting to spread in his heart. The others wanted to save him, but they were equally immobilized by the Seal Heavenly Stamp. Just when the flame was about a ten feet distance from the Heavenly Patroller, someone suddenly flashed through, knocking the Heavenly Patroller out of harm’s way.
Afterward, a voice was heard: “Bouncing Seal, Twelve Layer.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit Starting Point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
