Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 154 - One Hundred and Fifty-Three: Sun Wukong’s Fortune

Chapter 154: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Three: Sun Wukong’s Fortune

"Chanyu, the demon man and his fine horse are straight ahead," A sentinel on a fast horse rode up to Wuwei Chanyu and reported.

In fact, there was no need for him to report it. Wuwei Chanyu wasn’t blind, he could clearly see the large group of heavenly horses up ahead.

Upon locating Sun Wukong within the herd, Wuwei Chanyu didn’t show any urge to move forward. Instead, he directly commanded, "Men, shoot that demon man dead!"

At his command, several horsemen emerged from the ranks behind him. They lined up, bows drawn and arrows nocked, ready to fire at Sun Wukong.

These are the eagle shooters of the Xiongnu court, the strongest warriors, each possessing the cultivation of a heavenly immortal.

Heavenly immortals, of course, could not possibly injure Sun Wukong. However, these eagle shooters were different.

As they steadily drew their long bows, one could see that the life energy from the three thousand elite warriors of the court was slowly converging on the arrows in their hands.

Boom!

The arrows were loosed, sounding like thunder, carrying a surging life force. They formed a crimson rainbow, stirring up a dust cloud that shot straight for Sun Wukong.

The School of War’s secret art of joint attack!

The key to this skill lies in the word "joint."

Combine everyone’s strength, and even a mortal can slay immortals!

Rumble...

You could see the arrows piercing the air like lightning bolts, their speed astonishingly rapid. They were shrouded in a thick life force, resembling blood-colored flames that were incredibly oppressive.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen arrows were already in Sun Wukong’s face.

"Take this!"

Sensing danger, Sun Wukong pulled out his golden cudgel from his ear, turned it into a regular size, and swung it in his hand. Suddenly, divine light burst forth from the cudgel, sweeping in all directions.

Sun Wukong was no stranger to battling against a troop. He once suffered a significant loss on the demonic battlefield of the Netherworld during his battle against Xiang Yu.

Thus, he had gained some insight.

Firstly, never allow the enemy to form a formation.

Secondly, don’t get trapped by the enemy formation if you see them starting forming one.

Lastly, attack the weakest point. If you cannot break the formation with force, destroy it one by one, killing off the soldiers who make up the army. In this way, the power of the formation would continuously weaken until it eventually collapses on its own.

It was quite incredible that Sun Wukong had been able to figure out all of this. However, he seemed to have forgotten the fact that Xiang Yu was a ghost general. The soldiers under his command were spectral troops.

Even if the same military formation is used, dead men and living men have completely different effects. One’s a yin energy, and the other’s a yang energy, hence the two are naturally different.

As the divine light swept over, the blood energy on the arrows exploded, transforming into an extraordinarily powerful and hot force. It consumed all the magical powers and divine abilities.

In just a moment, Sun Wukong’s attack was evaporated and annihilated by the hot blood energy. Subsequently, the arrows continued to fly forward with an unabated momentum.

"Not good!"

Seeing his divine ability get broken, Sun Wukong secretly grew anxious. He grabbed his golden cudgel and started spinning it rapidly.

Boom!

The arrows struck, raising a huge dust cloud. The surrounding ground turned into powder.

Within the dust, Sun Wukong slowly emerged. After taking a few steps forward, he suddenly pushed off his legs, hopping into the sky.

"You..."

"You all deserve to die!"

In mid-air, Sun Wukong raised his arms high, lifted the golden cudgel above his head, and furiously smashed it down on the Xiongnu army.

At this moment, Sun Wukong was very angry.

The several arrows just now didn’t actually hurt him, but the heavenly horse he was riding was burned to ashes by the hot blood energy.

His mount got killed in front of him, how could Sun Wukong, who cared a lot about his face, not be angry?

Rumble!

The golden cudgel fell from the sky, growing larger and larger. By the time it hit down on the Xiongnu army, it had already enlarged to the size of a small mountain.

"Raise the Heavenly Wolf banner!"

The moment the golden cudgel fell, a banner embroidered with a huge wolf’s head slowly rose above the Xiongnu army.

Subsequently, endless blood energy rose and quickly merged with the banner, forming a giant grey wolf that held back the falling golden cudgel.

At this point, Wuwei Chanyu also recognized the origin of Sun Wukong: a monkey demon. Seeing this, he impatiently ordered:

"Just a monkey, but wielding the cultivation base of a golden immortal, daring to run amok on the grasslands. Truly doesn’t know when to quit."

"Formation, kill him!"

Wuwei Chanyu was the dominator of the grasslands, the master of the Xiongnu Empire. Even if a heavenly god arrived, he would still be treated with decorum. Naturally, a monkey wouldn’t be given any consideration by him.

Upon hearing the orders, the Xiongnu army gathered their energy, manipulating the blood energy of the grey wolf, and aimed their attacks at Sun Wukong.

The grey wolf, formed by the combined blood energy of the Xiongnu elite, was powerful enough to be on par with a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Although Sun Wukong was of the Golden Immortal realm, he had recently made great progress, and his power had greatly increased. He didn’t lose the least bit in his battle against the grey wolf.

"Roar!"

At a certain moment, Sun Wukong roared suddenly. His body surged, enlarging by ten thousand zhang, and transformed into a white-haired and barefoot Zhuyan form. With an overwhelming will to fight pervading the surroundings, he even managed to disperse the blood energy of the Xiongnu army.

At this point, not to mention Wuwei Chanyu, even Jiang Chen, who was observing the battle from the side, was shocked beyond belief.

"How?"

"Sun Wukong, how could he possess the complete power of Zhuyan? Who gave him the latter half of Zhuyan’s inheritance?"

At this moment, Sun Wukong, towering ten thousand zhang high, exhibited a violent aura. One glance, and it really seemed like the ancient fierce beast Zhuyan had been reborn.

Without a doubt, Sun Wukong must have gotten the complete Zhuyan lineage, otherwise, he wouldn’t be this powerful.

Jiang Chen remembered when he passed the upper half of the "Zhuyan Dao Sutras" onto the monkeys of Huaguo Mountain, he didn’t give them the latter half.

The question is, who gave Sun Wukong the latter half of the Zhuyan lineage? If it was given by the Buddhists, that’s fine. But if someone else gave it, then things would become interesting.

This signified that those watching Sun Wukong might not be just Jiang Chen alone.

...

To reach the height of ten thousand zhang was only possible for Taiyi Golden Immortals executing the Transformation of Heaven and Earth technique. But Sun Wukong, just being a Golden Immortal, managed to achieve it. This showed how greatly the Zhuyan lineage had enhanced him.

Moreover, being an ancient demon god and an Innate Divine Demon, Zhuyan inherently possessed the way of warfare and is the war god of the Demon Clan. Wherever he went, war was guaranteed to break out.

In a sense, Zhuyan was very repressive against troops.

Rumble!

A violent aura pervaded from Sun Wukong, which tightly entangled with the blood energy of the Xiongnu army, making it hard for the grey wolf to maintain its form.

"Insolent monkey, how dare you go too far!"

Seeing this, Wuwei Chanyu seethed in anger. His face turned frosty and his imperial aura erupted, transforming into a majestic heavenly wolf that pounced towards Sun Wukong.

In the Three Realms, any nation’s ruler, regardless of their country’s size, is protected by imperial aura.