Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 507 - 489: Zhibei is dead too?

Xi Zhao, this time, had indeed overestimated himself. Taking on several opponents of the same level or even stronger than him, he managed to severely injure Dao Zhun with a surprise attack using the Thunder Fire Scorching Flame Cannon, then killed the last member of the Burst Phoenix Clan with the second shot, and even damaged the World Suppressing Stele with the third. However, after the three shots, Xi Zhao had been greatly drained. While not completely out of spiritual power, he had lost seven or eight tenths of it. Thus, under the frenzied assault of Rogue Heart Sword Hero, Wan Jun, Po Jun, and Ye Wude, he could barely defend himself and his defeat was clearly imminent. It was believed that it wouldn't be long before the four of them would either capture Xi Zhao or kill him.

Therefore, Xi Zhao's situation seemed extremely perilous at the moment, but that was only in appearance. Just as Dragon Emperor Wu Ming and others closed in on Sun Wukong, Zhibei, who had been standing behind Sun Wukong, suddenly made a move. The four or five-meter-long spear in Zhibei's hands violently spun and then thrust directly at Sun Wukong's back. Because Zhibei was exactly behind Sun Wukong, none of the people in front of Sun Wukong noticed, and Zhibei had also concealed all energy fluctuations in this space, making the formidable thrust silent and imperceptible.

Without suspense, under such a meticulously arranged strike by Zhibei, the spear pierced through Sun Wukong's back without anyone noticing. Feeling the sensation from the spear in his hand, even Zhibei, who had cunningly endured in the Myriad Gods Hall for hundreds of thousands of years, couldn't help but feel a slight joy. But right as this joy arose, it was followed by a very bad feeling and a sense of desperate crisis.

Zhibei trusted his instincts immensely and without any hesitation, he knew that it was too late to dodge now. If he only tried to avoid, his fate would undoubtedly be dying on the spot. Therefore, Zhibei made a decisive move, clutching the Supreme Sacred Object, the Tortoise Shell of Heaven that was in the palm of his right hand. The bean-sized eyes of the shell suddenly opened and burrowed into Zhibei's chest.

At the same time, on the back of Zhibei, a tortoise shell the size of a palm emerged, but this palm-sized shell rapidly expanded, quickly enveloping Zhibei completely. Just as the tortoise shell completed its transformation, Sun Wukong's purple-golden Golden Hoop fiercely struck it. Despite the powerful strike, which combined the Seventh and Eighth Formulas of the Nine Decisions, the hit on the turtle shell seemed as mild as a breeze.

Feeling the turtle shell on his back instantly deflect and dissipate all the force from Sun Wukong's strike, Zhibei sneered, followed by flicking three ordinary-looking copper coins from the palm of his left hand. The coins spun in mid-air and shot towards Sun Wukong's lower back, nape, and crown. "Nine-Destruction Copper Coins, Asura's Slaughter, Hungry Ghost Slaughter, Fen Tian Slaughter, attack!"

With Zhibei's command, the three copper coins suddenly erupted with a somewhat murky but distinctly terrifying force. Asura, Hungry Ghost, Fen Tian—these were three extremely fearsome names of races skilled in slaughter. An Asura could be born when a heretic slaughters an entire world and summons an Annihilation Nine Headed Serpent, attaining the Asura Killing Path—a way of slaughter where all beings are fair game. All Asuras are unfazed by anything in the world; you can completely destroy an Asura but never make them fear or submit.

The Hungry Ghost emerges when a world sees the rise of a hundred thousand vengeful ghosts at one time and place, and these ghosts fight and devour each other until only one remains. When this last ghost devours itself, it evolves into a Hungry Ghost, which follows a grand path of life and death, where all spirits can be devoured—truly horrific. Legend has it that the Monk of the Ancient Primordial World devoured a Hungry Ghost, which is why he possesses such terrifying power now.

The Fen Tian is a race living in the Cosmic Void, similar in appearance to the mantis of the Pangu Realm but even more resilient. Once adult, the people of the Fen Tian race, like those of the Genesis Divine Nation, would go forth to create new worlds. There are differences though, as the creators of the Genesis Divine Nation are more adept at creating worlds, whereas the Fen Tian are better at opening up already formed worlds of Chaos.

For unknown reasons, the whole Fen Tian race was suddenly annihilated, extinct, exiting the long river of history. And Zhibei's three copper coins harnessed the Asura Killing Path, Hungry Ghost Killing Path, and Fen Tian Killing Path. Once struck by these three coins simultaneously, not even Zhibei knew what would happen, as he had never before used the three Nine-Destruction Copper Coins at the same time.

Yet as Zhibei released the three Nine-Destruction Copper Coins, the attack missed because there was no one behind him, even though Zhibei had clearly felt Sun Wukong standing there, and he could still sense the Golden Hoop resting on the tortoise shell on his back. But the attack of the three coins had assured him that there was definitely no one there.

Finally, unable to resist the doubts in his mind, Zhibei abruptly turned around, but as he did so, a massive fist had already smashed towards Zhibei's face with a force that could rival the fall from an unknown great height that Hei Kui had previously experienced. Thus, Zhibei was caught off guard and sent flying backward by the punch, his brain momentarily stunned.

However, after this punch, Sun Wukong's attack was far from over. The punch was indeed delivered by Sun Wukong. The instant Zhibei made his appearance, Sun Wukong had a vague feeling that something was off about Zhibei, and Dao Zhun had even transmitted a message to his mind telling him to be wary of Zhibei. Therefore, after Sun Wukong had endured the full force of the Thunder Fire Scorching Flame Cannon without injury, he immediately sensed that Zhibei was making a move. Instead of raising an alarm, he decided to bide his time and act accordingly.

Under Zhibei's sudden attack, Sun Wukong used a divine skill that he hadn't used in a while, "Reset," executing it three times in a row. It was precisely due to these three consecutive Resets that not only did Sun Wukong dodge Zhibei's two attacks, but he was also able to land a punch on Zhibei. Yet for Sun Wukong, the battle was far from over. He extended his right hand towards the airborne Zhibei, who was now bleeding profusely from his nostrils as he flew backwards, and clenched his hand in midair, causing Zhibei's form to suddenly pause there.

Sun Wukong swiftly followed up, leaping into the air as he closed in on Zhibei. With his right leg bent at the knee and his body leaning forward, Sun Wukong, upon reaching Zhibei, suddenly released his clenched right hand. Zhibei's body staggered and immediately continued flying forward, only to find Sun Wukong already blocking his trajectory.

With no way to avoid the collision, Zhibei slammed directly into Sun Wukong, or more precisely, into Sun Wukong's suddenly raised right knee. Zhibei's jaw almost shattered, and his body shot straight up once more. But Sun Wukong stomped the cosmic void fiercely with both feet, chasing after Zhibei with even greater speed and overtaking him. Wielding the Jingu Bang, Sun Wukong swung it viciously in three circles before smashing it down on Zhibei's crown.

Blood spurted from Zhibei's eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth. At that moment, Zhibei was knocked unconscious by Sun Wukong's three consecutive attacks, and his body began to plummet toward the ground.

"Sha Wujing, Hei Kui, Wu Ming, take him down!"

This time Sun Wukong did not continue the pursuit but instead left it to the three below to take action.

Hearing Sun Wukong's command, Sha Wujing grinned and the Sky-flipping Crescent Spade in his hands began to ripple with dark shimmering waves. As Zhibei fell before him, Sha Wujing spun on the spot, slamming his spade onto Zhibei's back, sending Zhibei flying sideways with the force.

In front of him stood Wu Ming. Wu Ming's approach was much gentler; he simply transformed into a blood mist. Zhibei cleanly passed through the mist and continued flying toward Hei Kui.

Hei Kui's face was all smiles. First, he spat into the palms of his hands, rubbed them together, and then pressed his large hands firmly against Zhibei's chest.

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