Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 914 - 799: The Determination of the Senior and Junior Brothers
Chapter 914 -799: The Determination of the Senior and Junior Brothers
Moreover, this seventy percent of strength still appears daunting; after obtaining his bones, what kind of power Primordial Honor truly possesses, Sun Wukong genuinely does not know. Looking at the skeleton sitting on the large stone, Sun Wukong found himself surprisingly lacking the courage to charge forward, even though the anger in his heart had accumulated to the point of explosion. However, because of the presence of the Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes, Sun Wukong was acutely aware of the gap between himself and this skeletal Primordial Honor, a gap comparable to that between mortals and the Heavenly Gods.
As Sun Wukong confronted the skeletal Primordial Honor, Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and the White Dragon had already arrived. They too saw the huge pillar of fire still connecting to the sky and the skeleton sitting on the stone. “Brother Monkey, what’s going on? Who is this guy? The cousin of the White Bone Demon?” Perhaps sensing Sun Wukong’s tension, Zhu Bajie half-jokingly remarked. “Obviously not, this should be called Black Bone Demon.” The White Dragon observed the skeletal Primordial Honor, noting that just earlier, Skull Mountain suddenly began to emit a faint black light, which gradually enveloped the Primordial Honor, eventually transforming into a pitch-black, glowing skeleton.
Not only did Tang Sanzang and the others arrive, but everyone in the Fallen Tomb also felt the intense explosion from earlier, hence they were all rushing over here, though it remains uncertain what they would think upon seeing the current Primordial Honor. “Master, Bajie, you must quickly retreat; the battle here is not something you can intervene in, and with you here, I cannot fully exert my power.” Sun Wukong took a deep breath and said.
Zhu Bajie then laughed, patted Sun Wukong’s back, and said to Tang Sanzang, “Master, my Brother Monkey is up to his old tricks again; shouldn’t you recite the Tightening Spell for him?” Tang Sanzang shook his head and said to Sun Wukong, “Wukong, is there anything we can’t say between master and disciple? I’ve said it before, this time, let us face it together; you’ve already endured too much. As your master, I don’t know how powerful this skeleton is, but I believe that if we join forces, we can definitely defeat him.” Tang Sanzang’s words moved Sun Wukong greatly, yet Sun Wukong did not change his decision.
Tang Sanzang and the others lacked the Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes and couldn’t comprehend just how terrifying the current Primordial Honor is, still thinking it’s like the enemies they faced before. “Master, you don’t understand; the terror and strength of the current Primordial Honor are beyond your understanding. Let’s go; if we all die here, it will be meaningless.” To Sun Wukong’s words, Tang Sanzang only slightly shook his head; Sun Wukong understood Tang Sanzang well, knowing that once Master shows this expression, there is no turning back.
Tang Sanzang’s stubbornness and his nagging are equally famous. Back in the days of the journey to the Western Paradise, Sun Wukong couldn’t recall how many times he warned of Demons ahead, yet Tang Sanzang refused to believe and insisted on forging ahead. Whenever Sun Wukong spoke too much, Tang Sanzang would show such an expression, and at that point, Sun Wukong knew any more words would be futile.
This time was no different, with a sigh, Sun Wukong knew that once Master decided on something, not even the Tathagata Buddha couldn’t change it; if it weren’t so, they wouldn’t have reached the Western Paradise back then. “Brother Monkey, after all these years, you still don’t know our Master’s temper; once Master decides on something, even nine oxen can’t pull him back. If it weren’t so, we wouldn’t have faced so many calamities. Well then, live or die, we must show this bag of bones our Brotherhood’s prowess.”
By this point, there were no more tricks or strategies left to employ, nothing but a head-on battle remained. The final conflict between Sun Wukong and Primordial Honor. It’s uncertain whether to smile bitterly or feel grateful; having such a master and junior disciples must be a blessing. People who stand by you until death are surely more touching than those who abandon you in times of crisis.
“Sun Wukong, haven’t you discussed it yet? It’s not difficult; it’s merely a matter of who dies first and who follows after. Of course, if you all wish to die together, I have no objections; I can reclaim what’s rightfully mine.” Primordial Honor’s words were aimed at Tang Sanzang and the others. Tang Sanzang carries the power of transcendence he gave, Bajie has the devouring ability of the Myriad Blood Halberd, and the White Dragon’s Metal Attribute Spiritual Power is the original halberd body of the Myriad Blood Halberd.
As for Sha Wujing, he’s the only one useless to Primordial Honor, though he could still be used to feed the Myriad Blood Halberd. Primordial Honor’s words were arrogant, yet he had the power to back up such arrogance. “What’s the rush? Your Grandpa Pig will deal with you in a moment.” The developments had absolutely exceeded everyone’s expectations; all sacrifices became futile. Each time Primordial Honor was defeated, he resurrected even more powerful, an enormous source of fear.
As soon as Zhu Bajie finished speaking, the skeletal Primordial Honor suddenly lifted the Myriad Blood Halberd in his hand. Without any visible force, he merely released it, the Purple Gold Myriad Blood Halberd tracing a purple arc in the air before crashing to the ground. And then a horrifying scene unfolded; the ground split open where the Myriad Blood Halberd fell, followed by purple and red light intertwining and spreading along the cracks toward Zhu Bajie. The speed of the light was astonishingly swift, leaving Zhu Bajie no time to react, and even though Sun Wukong saw it, he was still two or three steps away from Zhu Bajie, steps that could normally be overlooked, but now it was too late.
Although Primordial Honor’s move seemed effortless, nobody could gauge its power. At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out, “Underworld Descends.” It was Zhibei’s voice. Before his voice had even faded, a palace suddenly appeared in front of Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie. The purple and red light clashed directly onto the palace, without exploding, and began to merge, eventually disappearing into the air.
“Don’t be careless; this is the last time.” Zhibei’s face turned even paler, almost devoid of any blood color, and his figure had grown much thinner, appearing severely consumed. “Bajie, Old Sha, White Dragon, attack.” This sudden assault by Primordial Honor infuriated Sun Wukong, or rather it finally ignited the anger that had long been simmering in his heart. No longer able to care about anything, Sun Wukong brandished his Jingu Bang and charged toward the skeletal Primordial Honor.
Zhibei watched the group charging fiercely and said to Tang Sanzang, “Master Sanzang, I need to talk to you!” Tang Sanzang was somewhat surprised but nodded nonetheless. On the other side, Sun Wukong, along with Zhu Bajie and the others, had already reached right in front of Primordial Honor. Primordial Honor showed no emotion despite their rush. Whether it’s carelessness or disdain, Primordial Honor’s current strength grants him the right to act this way.
Primordial Honor didn’t even stand up; he remained seated on that large rock, holding the Myriad Blood Halberd on his shoulder with flames flickering in his eye sockets. Upon arriving, Sun Wukong and the others didn’t attack immediately but instead positioned themselves in the four cardinal directions, encircling Primordial Honor. Then, Sun Wukong’s Jingu Bang, shining with dazzling golden light, came crashing down onto Primordial Honor. Naturally, no expression could be discerned on the skeletal face of Primordial Honor, but from the motion of his upper and lower jaw and the unpleasant voice emanating from it, it could be concluded that Primordial Honor was laughing, indulging in unabashed ridicule.
The skeletal Primordial Honor raised the Myriad Blood Halberd to block the Jingu Bang above his head. At this moment, Zhu Bajie had mustered all his strength, a fiery red lotus appearing behind him, the Nine-Toothed Rake glowed red as he gripped it tightly and swung it horizontally toward Primordial Honor’s waist. Yet Primordial Honor reacted swiftly, pulling the Myriad Blood Halberd from above his head to block it at an angle beside him. The halberd’s crescent blade hooked onto Sun Wukong’s Jingu Bang causing Sun Wukong to lose his footing.
However, this left the other side of Primordial Honor completely vulnerable. Sha Wujing, spotting such a prime opportunity, saw the Sky-flipping Crescent Spade gleaming with many wavy patterns at an unknown time, fiercely striking toward Primordial Honor’s other side at the waist with the crescent edge.
This time, for some unknown reason, Primordial Honor didn’t resist or avoid, causing Sha Wujing’s spade to land directly on his spinal bone, yet despite Sha Wujing putting all his strength into the strike, Primordial Honor remained unfazed, as though he hadn’t been struck at all. After Sha Wujing, the White Dragon’s attack also landed. The White Dragon’s attack was quite peculiar; from his position, slightly distant from Primordial Honor, he raised his right hand, extending his index finger while tightly gripping his right wrist with his left hand, “Annihilation Spear!”
With the sound of the White Dragon’s voice, a golden light shot from his index finger at lightning speed, striking directly at the back of Primordial Honor’s skull, the powerful impact forcing Primordial Honor to lower his head abruptly.
The attacks from Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing were all to distract Primordial Honor, creating the opportunity for the White Dragon. In fact, the plan indeed worked; the White Dragon’s annihilation force hit directly.
“The strength is decent, but the attack power is insufficient!”
Gradually lifting his head, Primordial Honor’s grating voice echoed once more. Looking at the back of Primordial Honor’s skull, there was only a vague white mark, proving that the annihilation force hadn’t harmed Primordial Honor in the slightest. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit qidian.com for recommendations, monthly tickets—your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
