The Campaign Against Sun Wukong

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

"Get out of my way!"

With a single sweep of his cudgel, Sun Wukong sent Meng Po flying into the River of Forgetfulness to keep company with the lonely ghosts.

"Sun Wukong, you can't run wild in the Underworld!"

Seeing how brazen Sun Wukong was, Ox-Head conjured a Silver Ring Great Saber in his hand.

Clang, clang, clang!

The Silver Ring Great Saber rang out sharply as Ox-Head charged up to Sun Wukong and swung at him.

Sun Wukong dodged to the side, then thrust the Golden Cudgel forward like a spear.

Clang!

Like the toll of an ancient bell, the clash sent sparks flying. In an instant, the Silver Ring Great Saber in Ox-Head's hand snapped in two.

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

Ox-Head's face changed dramatically, and the arm gripping the saber trembled uncontrollably.

Sun Wukong's strength had plummeted since his physical body was separated from him. Ox-Head knew that perfectly well. But he hadn't expected Sun Wukong to have some divine weapon of unknown rank. This was trouble!

Seeing Ox-Head's saber break, Horse-Face pulled a long face and silently put away his Wolf-Tooth Club.

Damn it, his Wolf-Tooth Club wasn't even as high-grade as the Silver Ring Great Saber!

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

The monkey glanced at Ox-Head and Horse-Face, then flew toward the Hall of the King of Hell.

The enormous Hall of the King of Hell glowed with an eerie green light.

Behind the hall stood a gigantic stone statue of the King of Hell, its face grotesque and terrifying.

Its hollow eyes gazed down at the scene below.

In front of the Hall of the King of Hell,

Black and White Impermanence had received word and brought thousands of Ghost Soldiers to guard the entrance, waiting for Sun Wukong to arrive.

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

Despite the grand spectacle before him, he didn't look the least bit nervous.

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

Thousands of Ghost Soldiers stood ready to attack.

Black Impermanence stepped forward and said to Sun Wukong, "Sun Wukong, you refused to obediently drink Meng Po's Soup and be reincarnated. You even injured Meng Po. Do you know your crimes?"

"How pitiful..."

Sun Wukong suddenly shook his head. "We're all just pawns. Instead of resisting, you're helping the wicked."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just surrender and wait for the King of Hell to pass judgment!"

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

"You don't understand? Then let my Golden Cudgel explain it to you!"

Wukong charged in with his cudgel. The Golden Cudgel cut through the gloomy sky, aimed straight at Black Impermanence's head.

Black Impermanence snorted. His Soul-Hooking Lock was already at the ready.

Whoosh!

The hook shot out, trailing a streak of ghostly blue flame.

"Break!"

The monkey shouted and struck the approaching flame, smashing it apart with sheer force.

Then the cudgel and the hook collided, ringing out with a piercing clang.

Crack!

When the exchange was over, the Golden Cudgel was completely unharmed, while the Soul-Hooking Lock shattered on the spot.

"What? The Soul-Hooking Lock... shattered!"

Black Impermanence's eyes bulged from his soot-black face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Attack! Take him down, quickly!"

Seeing Black Impermanence frozen in place, White Impermanence had no time to deal with him and hurriedly shouted to the Ghost Messengers nearby.

"Kill!"

The Ghost Messengers roared and charged forward.

There were many of them, but Sun Wukong didn't take them seriously.

He planted the Golden Cudgel in the ground. "Grow, grow, grow!"

Whoosh!

The Golden Cudgel shot up dozens of yards like a magic beanstalk, growing as thick as a century-old tree.

The Ghost Messengers stared at the enormous Golden Cudgel, stunned.

Then they watched it topple straight down, stunned all over again.

Boom!

A great many Ghost Messengers turned into black smoke. Where a dense mass of them had stood, a path had now been cleared.

White Impermanence sucked in a breath, staring fearfully at the Golden Cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand.

Wh-what kind of weapon was that?!

Even the monkey was a little surprised. He knew the Golden Cudgel was no ordinary weapon, but he hadn't expected it to be so much more powerful than he'd imagined.

No wonder he was an immortal from the waters!

Even a treasure given away on a whim could have such power!

"Anyone who isn't afraid to die can come on over. I'll send you on your way!"

After witnessing the Golden Cudgel's true power, Sun Wukong grew even more brazen.

So what if his strength had diminished?

This one Golden Cudgel was enough to sweep through the entire Underworld!

White Impermanence knew that no matter how many Ghost Messengers they sent, they'd only be marching to their deaths.

Just as he was desperately trying to figure out what to do, a majestic female voice came from inside the hall.

"Who dares to cause trouble here? Get on your knees!"

Bang!

Sun Wukong felt as though some primordial beast had slammed into his head, threatening to split it open.

Cold sweat streamed down his face. He gripped the Golden Cudgel tightly, barely able to breathe.

Who was the owner of that voice?

How could she be so terrifying?!

"This is—!"

White Impermanence's face lit up with delight. "It's Empress Houtu! White Impermanence pays his respects to Empress Houtu!"

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

A thin veil covered the woman's face, obscuring her features.

"Sun Wukong, I'll spare you because you're a spirit born of Heaven and Earth and this is your first offense. Surrender at once, and I'll let you live!"

The same voice struck at Sun Wukong again.

Gritting his teeth, Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel with both hands and swung it fiercely at empty air.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosive sounds rang out.

Empress Houtu's overwhelming pressure had actually been smashed apart!

The Ghost Messengers stood frozen, dumbfounded.

That had been an attack from a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. It could be smashed apart?!

Good thing they'd run fast earlier. Otherwise, they wouldn't even have been able to find their souls!

Houtu hadn't expected this at all, and she, too, was taken aback. The monkey's strength was about the same as hers.

But now that he was in the Underworld, on her home turf, Sun Wukong's strength should have been suppressed considerably.

Wait!

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

Seeing this, Sun Wukong felt even more confident. "Hahaha! I don't care if you're Houtu or whatever! Today, I'm flattening this place. Anyone who gets in my way dies!"

Houtu knew that these methods alone wouldn't be enough to subdue Sun Wukong.

A flash of light appeared in her fair jade-white hand, and a Soaring Serpent Longsword materialized.

"Mischievous Monkey, don't get too cocky!"

Houtu swung the Soaring Serpent Longsword and thrust it forward. Its sword shadows transformed into several long serpents.

Their gaping jaws lunged at the monkey.

"Bring it on!"

Sun Wukong shouted and swung the Golden Cudgel with great force, chopping the serpents into several pieces.

He moved again, and in an instant, he was right in front of Houtu.

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

"Take this, my cudgel!"