The Battle with Xuanming

Xuanming's Xuanming Divine Ability this time can be said to have shocked the Three Realms, but Sun Wukong did not believe it.

He's a monkey who's received guidance from a master, and his cultivation level is nearing Quasi-Sage. How could he possibly be afraid of Xuanming's little trick?

"Heh heh, kid, so what if you've cultivated to the level of Daluo Golden Immortal? I am the Chaos Demon God, what can you do to me?" Xuanming's voice descended from the sky and directly entered Sun Wukong's ears.

These words sound rather arrogant and conceited, Sun Wukong thought with disdain. This Xuanming was truly an arrogant demon god! He still remembered the green ox he had encountered in the Demon Race before; that guy's strength had already reached the Peak Quasi-Sage.

However, when faced with Xuanming, he could only flee in panic, not daring to confront him at all; Xuanming's strength was truly formidable.

"Hmph, I don't care about your Chaos Demon God, you're dead today!" Sun Wukong said. "Watch how I annihilate you! This time, let's see who dares to stop me!"

His body suddenly swelled up to five zhang long, his muscles bulged, his arms were as thick as his arms, and veins coiled on his skin like dragons.

Xuanming also appeared, dressed in black robes, with a cold face and deep eyes. He stepped into the void and struck Sun Wukong with a palm.

This palm strike carried a heavy, bloody stench, like a demonic claw reaching out from Hell, making Sun Wukong feel a tremendous threat and at the same time know that this palm strike was definitely not benevolent.

"Hahaha, come on!" Sun Wukong laughed and stepped forward.

Boom!

A series of booming sounds echoed between heaven and earth. The powerful shockwave tore hundreds of cracks in the space, distorting space, exploding air, and shattering the entire universe.

Xuanming was blasted away, retreating thousands of meters, with bright red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head and looked at Sun Wukong, his eyes filled with rage.

"This little monkey is incredibly powerful! I was actually injured by him!" Xuanming gritted his teeth. He had been greatly insulted this time. This was the first time he, a dignified demon god, had suffered such a setback. How could he not be furious? But this time, he also realized that he had indeed underestimated Sun Wukong.

Although he was Chaos Demon God and his cultivation was even higher than Sun Wukong's, he couldn't even last ten moves against Sun Wukong.

"That Sun Wukong is truly formidable! This is the first time I've ever suffered such a defeat. This time, I'm determined to make up for all my losses!" he thought bitterly.

Sun Wukong looked at the spots of crimson on his fist and felt a bit shocked. That palm strike was his strongest attack, which he had unleashed with all his might, yet it had still managed to injure the Chaos Demon God. This power was truly terrifying!

As expected of the Chaos Demon God!

His eyes narrowed, fixed on Xuanming, his gaze filled with fighting spirit.

Seeing this, Xuanming's eyes were also filled with fighting spirit. He took a step forward and his figure appeared above Sun Wukong's head in an instant. He slammed down with both palms. At this moment, Sun Wukong felt as if he was being pressed down by a mountain, unable to move at all, and even found it difficult to breathe. He had never experienced this suffocating feeling before. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

He couldn't dodge this attack, nor did he want to.

"Boy, your physical body is indeed very strong, but unfortunately you cultivate the Demon Monkey Cultivation Method, while I cultivate the Chaos Demon God Divine Ability. You can't withstand my move at all!" Xuanming laughed loudly, his eyes full of smugness.

However, he overlooked Sun Wukong's gaze.

"Roar!"

Sun Wukong roared angrily, raising his head and letting out a howl filled with rage and determination.

The words of the wise man who had instructed him flashed through his mind, "Wukong, this demon god is Chaos Demon God, a demon god from High Antiquity times. If you want to defeat him, the only way is to use the Demon Monkey Cultivation Method to subdue him!"

"Roar roar roar roar~~~!"

Sun Wukong roared, and his body swelled rapidly with the roar, soon reaching a height of ten thousand feet, his entire body filled with powerful Yao Qi.

Sun Wukong's legs grew longer and his fists grew larger. He moved like lightning, and with a push of his feet, he leaped into the air, soaring thousands of feet into the sky.

With a single punch, he shattered the enormous palm.

Sun Wukong's fists slammed into Xuanming, Xuanming expression changed and he hurriedly dodged.

However, he was too slow. When Sun Wukong's punch came down, he was a beat too slow to dodge, and he was hit in the chest.

Sun Wukong's fist slammed into his chest, sending him flying. He coughed up blood, crashed to the ground, rolled around, and his body convulsed.

"Hmph, you, a mere demon god, dare to challenge me? You're simply courting death! Let's see how long you can hold out! Let's see if you can withstand the attacks of my Demon Monkey Cultivation Method, hahaha!" Sun Wukong laughed triumphantly.

But just as he burst out laughing, his smile suddenly froze on his face. He saw Xuanming, who was lying on the ground, move and sit up. There was a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, but he was not injured at all.

"How is this possible?" Sun Wukong was stunned.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xuanming laughed wildly. He stood up, a piece of his clothes torn off, leaving him only in a bellyband, his upper body completely bare.

On his chest was a hideous wound, deep enough to expose the bone, and a fist mark was spreading across his body. The fist mark looked faint, but one could clearly sense the powerful force emanating from it, causing him to tremble. He looked at the fist mark on his chest and sighed inwardly, realizing that this punch was far more powerful than his previous attack!

"Haha, kid, didn't expect that, did you? Your Demon Monkey Cultivation Method is powerful, but it's no match for me. You can't hurt me at all. Show me what else you've got. If you can hurt me, then I'll admit you do have considerable fighting power. If not, then you'd better surrender obediently!"

Xuanming laughed arrogantly.

"Damn it, I don't believe you're really that powerful. My physical strength is far beyond what you can match!" Sun Wukong roared.

His eyes flashed with anger, and with a swift movement, a long spear appeared in his hand. His eyes gleamed with a chilling killing intent, and with a flick of his wrist, a towering spear light shot into the sky.

The spear's light moved like Jiaolong, transforming into a giant python that swept towards Xuanming.

"Snort!"

Seeing this, Xuanming snorted coldly, his body shrouded in black mist. He clenched his fists, and two giant palms appeared in his hands. These two black palms emitted dense black flames, which burned fiercely. He suddenly slapped out a large black palm towards the spear light.