How Unlucky Could He Be?

"No—!!"

"Run—!!"

The Heavenly Soldiers lucky enough to be at the edge, or quick enough to react, let out desperate cries and fled frantically to either side. Yet many were still swept by the lingering force that blanketed heaven and earth. In a single instant, their tendons snapped, bones shattered, immortal armor broke apart, and they were hurled away like rag dolls, their fates unknown.

Having done all that, Sun Wu Kong had already vanished from where he stood.

The next moment.

At the edge of the ancient, solemn plaza outside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, where invisible pressure permeated the air.

Space rippled ever so faintly, like a tiny pebble lightly breaking the surface of a still lake.

Then, amid drifting immortal mist and solemn treasure light, that suit of Chain Gold Armor manifested without warning.

Sun Wu Kong stood there, cudgel in hand.

He raised his head slightly. The plumes of his Phoenix-Winged Purple-Gold Crown swayed gently beneath the vast divine radiance emanating from the Hall of Lingxiao, while his Lotus-Root Silk Cloud-Walking Boots stepped soundlessly upon the mirror-smooth jade plaza engraved with the patterns of Zhou Tian Star Dou.

He simply stood there in silence, his Fiery Golden Eyes calmly sweeping across the plaza before him, a thousand times broader and more solemn than the South Heaven Gate.

The plaza was no longer empty.

Unlike the sudden collapse at the South Heaven Gate, this place had clearly received a warning—or perhaps it had been prepared all along.

As far as the eye could see, there were ranks upon ranks, packed densely together.

At the outermost perimeter stood countless Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals clad in golden armor and wielding divine weapons. Their Mana linked together as they formed one stern battle formation after another, like a golden tide