Great Thunderclap Monastery.
The radiance of the Buddhist Path and the Demonic Path Rule intertwined.
"Guanyin Buddha, how dare you call the Human Race ants?"
"Are you planning to defy the Heavenly Dao and incur the wrath of countless Human Race sages?"
Zhu Bajie was instantly incensed. The Shang Bao Qin Jin Pa in his hand glimmered as Chaos Thunder rolled around it, unleashing a terrifying aura.
In an instant, Ancient Buddha Burning Lamp and the others remained unmoved, but the low-ranking Buddha-ants plummeted from their lofty perches.
"Zhu Bajie, what are you doing?"
Golden Cicada jumped out and pointed at Zhu Bajie, cursing him furiously.
His expression was tense and wary.
"You beast, get out of the way for Old Sun!"
Sun Wukong snorted, showing none of the Buddhas any respect.
He struck Golden Cicada with a sweeping kick, sending him flying and embedding him in a pillar.
Dust billowed throughout the palace.
"Pfft... You hit me?"
Golden Cicada stared in disbelief. His chest caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His aura weakened, and his source energy was in turmoil.
If Sun Wukong hadn't held back, he would already have perished.
After all, although Golden Cicada had relied on the Qiankun Ruler and Spirit Coffin Lamp bestowed on him by Ancient Buddha Burning Lamp to sever his Good Corpse and Evil Corpse and become a Mid-stage Quasi-Saint, he was still a powerless nobody before Sun Wukong, who wielded the Law of Battle, the Heavenly Burial Demonic Dao, and the Chaotic Dao Law.
"You spoke out of turn. So what if Old Sun hit you?"
"Back then, right here atop Spirit Mountain, it wasn't as if I hadn't tried to kill your ancestor, Demon Lord Jieyin..."
Sun Wukong said lightly.
In an instant, winds and clouds