Sun Wukong's Fury: A Direct Clash with Tathagata

"Ah—!!!"

Sun Wukong's eyes were bloodshot, nearly bleeding from their sockets! Boundless humiliation, rage, and unwillingness burned through his organs like poisonous fire, making even his soul tremble! He raised his head, which had been brutally forced down, and let out a hoarse, earth-shaking roar toward the lofty heavens flooded with Buddha Light.

"Tathagata—! You bald old bastard—! Despicable and shameless! Bullying the weak with strength! What kind of Buddha Ancestor are you?! What compassion?! Old Sun refuses! I refuse—!!!"

His voice twisted and broke beneath the utmost fury and humiliation, yet it still rang through the world beneath the Buddha Light like the howl of a dying Fierce Beast.

"Old Sun will remember today's humiliation! One day, I will... I will trample Spirit Mountain flat and dye your Great Thunderclap Monastery red with blood! I'll beat every one of you hypocritical bald monks down into the Mortal World! If I do not avenge this, Old Sun swears I'll never be a man—no, never be a monkey!!!"

The golden Buddha silhouette stood high above, its expression compassionate and serene, as though it were listening to the final barking of a homeless dog.

That grand and mighty voice, devoid of the slightest emotional fluctuation, slowly rang out like the voice of Heavenly Dao. Every word was like a heavy hammer striking Sun Wukong's already shattered defenses.

"Sun Wukong, five hundred years ago, you should have known the vastness of heaven and earth. It seems five hundred years of suppression has not truly enlightened you."

Tathagata's voice carried a faint trace of mockery, as though he were watching a dull farce.

"A single divine projection, possessing the strength of a Half-step Quasi-Saint, is already beyond your ability to withstand. You do not even have the right to raise your head and look