Tightening Headband Spell: Physical

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rang out, shaking heaven and earth. Vajra glared in wrath, shattering space.

Sun Wukong's Golden Cudgel flew out, spinning continuously through the air before landing before Tang Luo and piercing the ground at an angle.

The Buddha maintained his palm-strike stance.

The wound on his left palm had already healed, but his right hand was still a black "bony chicken claw."

His breathing was somewhat unsteady.

Before him, Sun Wukong slowly collapsed. A spark of flame ignited, burning him into ashes.

It appeared that the Buddha was still the victor this time.

Yet there was not the slightest hint of relief on his face. On the contrary, his expression was extremely grave.

The eighth time!

This was the eighth time he had killed Sun Wukong.

Following Tang Luo's words—"As long as the fighting spirit remains undying, the divine soul shall never perish"—Sun Wukong had escaped death and returned a full seven times.

This death, too, was merely a brief rest for him.

Moreover, after each return, Sun Wukong had grown stronger than before. At first, he had needed the aid of Boundless Buddha Dharma and demonic flames

to stand against the Buddha.

But now, he and the Buddha were evenly matched, with victory and defeat separated by only a hair.

The Buddha's body beneath his golden monk's robes had long been covered in wounds.

How many more times could he kill Sun Wukong?

Not even the Buddha himself knew.

And what alarmed the Buddha most was Sun Wukong's state.

He had returned at first in fury, but later became calm, even giving off the sense of a sleepwalker detached from the world.

He was even distracted in battle. Yet whenever a flash of brilliance occasionally lit his eyes amid that distraction, Sun Wukong's attacks would wound