Crusade Against Sun Wukong

With a flash of golden light, the Golden Cudgel appeared in Sun Wukong's hand.

"Get lost!"

Sun Wukong swept Meng Po into the River of Forgetfulness with a single blow, to keep her company with the lonely souls.

"Sun Wukong, the Underworld is not a place for you to run wild!"

Seeing Sun Wukong's arrogance, Ox-Head conjured the Silver Ring Great Saber in his hand.

Clang, clang, clang!

The Silver Ring Great Saber made crisp striking sounds as Ox-Head charged in front of Sun Wukong and swung his saber down.

Sun Wukong dodged to the side, his Golden Cudgel thrusting out like a spear.

Clang!

Like the resonant chime of an ancient bell, a shower of sparks flew out, and the Silver Ring Great Saber in Ox-Head's hand instantly snapped into two pieces.

"Impossible! What kind of weapon is that? It actually broke my great saber!"

Ox-Head's expression changed drastically, the arm holding the saber trembling uncontrollably.

Sun Wukong's physique was weakened, his strength greatly reduced. Ox-Head knew this clearly. But he never expected him to possess a divine weapon of unknown caliber. This was trouble!

Seeing Ox-Head's great saber break, Horse-Face's face contorted as he silently sheathed his Wolf-Tooth Club.

Damn it, his Wolf-Tooth Club isn't even as good as the Silver Ring Great Saber!

"If you know what's good for you, don't block my path, and I'll spare your lives!"

The Monkey glanced at Ox-Head and Horse-Face before flying towards the Hall of the King of Hell.

The massive Hall of the King of Hell emanated a dark green glow.

Behind the Hall of the King of Hell stood a monstrous stone statue of King Yama, its face ferocious.

Its pitch-black eyes gazed down upon the scene below.

In front of the Hall of the King of Hell.

Upon receiving the notification, Black and White Impermanence, along with thousands of Ghost Soldiers, guarded the entrance, awaiting Sun Wukong's arrival.

The Somersault Cloud flew over, and Sun Wukong leaped down from it.

Even faced with such a grand display, he remained unfazed.

With the Golden Cudgel in hand, who could stop him?!

Thousands of Ghost Soldiers were poised for battle.

Black Impermanence stepped forward and said to Sun Wukong, "Sun Wukong, you refused to obediently drink Meng Po's Soup and reincarnate, and even injured Meng Po. Do you know your crime!"

"How pathetic and lamentable..."

Sun Wukong suddenly shook his head. "We are all merely pawns. Instead of resisting, we aid the wicked."

"What nonsense are you spouting? You should obediently surrender and await King Yama's judgment!"

Black Impermanence couldn't understand what Sun Wukong was saying.

"You don't understand? Then let this old Sun's Golden Cudgel tell you!"

Wukong wielded his cudgel and charged, the Golden Cudgel slicing through the gloomy sky, aimed at Black Impermanence's head.

Black Impermanence snorted, his Soul-Hooking Lock already prepared.

Swish!

The chain flew out, emitting a stream of eerie blue flames.

"Break!"

The Monkey shouted, striking at the approaching flames. He actually shattered them with his blow.

Then came the clash of cudgel and lock, emitting a piercing, grating sound.

Crack!

After the exchange, the Golden Cudgel was undamaged, but the Soul-Hooking Lock shattered on the spot.

"What, the Soul-Hooking Lock... shattered!"

On Black Impermanence's charcoal-black face, his eyes widened in disbelief at what he was seeing.

"Attack! Quickly, capture him!"

Seeing Black Impermanence frozen in place, White Impermanence couldn't bother with him and urgently shouted to the Ghost Messengers beside him.

"Kill!"

The Ghost Messengers roared and charged forward.

Despite their numbers, Sun Wukong didn't take them seriously.

He thrust the Golden Cudgel into the ground: "Grow! Grow! Grow!"

Swish!

The Golden Cudgel, like Peter Pan's peas, suddenly shot up dozens of zhang, becoming as thick as a century-old tree.

The Ghost Messengers were stunned at first when they saw the enormous Golden Cudgel.

Then, seeing the Golden Cudgel fall straight down, they were stunned again.

Bang!

Large numbers of Ghost Messengers instantly turned into black mist. Where there had been a dense crowd, a path had now opened.

White Impermanence gasped, looking at the Golden Cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand with terror.

What kind of weapon is this?!

The monkey was also a little surprised. Although he knew the Golden Cudgel was of a high rank, he hadn't expected its power to be so much greater than he imagined.

Truly worthy of a celestial being from the water!

Even treasures casually given away can have such power!

"Anyone who isn't afraid of death can come! Old Sun will send you on your way!"

Having witnessed the true power of the Golden Cudgel, Sun Wukong became even more arrogant.

So what if my strength has decreased?

With just this Golden Cudgel, I can level the entire Underworld!

White Impermanence understood that any more Ghost Messengers would just be throwing their lives away.

Just as he was desperately thinking of what to do, a majestic female voice echoed from the great hall.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous here? Kneel!"

Boom!

Sun Wukong felt as if his head had been struck by a Primordial Era behemoth, as if it were about to explode.

Cold sweat trickled down his face. Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel tightly, finding it difficult even to breathe.

Who is the owner of this voice?

How can they be so terrifying!

"This is!!"

White Impermanence's face lit up with joy. "It's Empress Houtu! White Impermanence greets Empress Houtu!"

A graceful figure slowly emerged from the Hall of the King of Hell.

The woman's face was covered by a thin veil, obscuring her features.

"Sun Wukong, I know you are a spirit born of heaven and earth, and this is your first offense. Surrender quickly, and I shall spare your life!"

The same voice charged towards Sun Wukong once more.

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the Golden Cudgel, and he swung it fiercely into the air.

Bang bang bang!

A series of explosions rang out.

Empress Houtu's pressure had been directly shattered!

The Ghost Messengers stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.

This is an attack from a Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm expert, and it was shattered?!

Good thing I ran fast earlier, or I wouldn't even be able to find my soul!

Houtu never expected this and was also taken aback. Although the monkey's strength was similar to hers, Sun Wukong's power would naturally be greatly suppressed in the Underworld, on her home turf.

No!

There's something strange about the staff in Sun Wukong's hand!

Seeing this, Sun Wukong's confidence grew. "Haha, I don't care if you're Houtu or Qian Tu! Today, I'm going to flatten this place! Those who block me die!"

Houtu knew that she couldn't subdue Sun Wukong with just these means.

A glow flashed in her fair jade hand, and a Soaring Serpent Longsword materialized.

"Mischievous Monkey, how dare you be so arrogant!"

Houtu swung the Soaring Serpent Longsword and thrust it forward. The sword's shadow transformed into several long serpents.

Their gaping maws lunged towards the monkey.

"Excellent!"

Sun Wukong roared, swinging the Golden Cudgel mightily, cleaving the serpents into several pieces.

His body moved again, and he was already in front of Houtu.

Under the horrified gaze of the Ghost Messengers, Sun Wukong swung the Golden Cudgel in a full arc.

"Take this blow from Old Sun!"