Jiang Sanzu frowned.

This monkey is only at the peak of the ninth level of the half-step immortal realm, how dare he rush over?

It can be destroyed with a simple wave of the hand.

It should know that too.

But they still rushed over without hesitation.

Could it be a scam?

The situation left him no time to think, as Wukong had already rushed up to him.

What if there's another scam?

In the face of absolute power, everything else is just an illusion.

"Since you're here, you might as well die here!" Jiang Sanzu roared, unleashing his full cultivation at the peak of the sixth level of the Immortal Realm without hesitation.

Black flames spread across the sky.

It seemed to carry the power to destroy the world.

However……

Wukong stood unharmed on the somersault cloud, while thick dark clouds gathered above Jiang Sanzu's head.

Before Jiang Sanzu could react, a bolt of crimson lightning struck down.

Jiang Sanzu was so frightened that he hurriedly defended himself.

But he was still struck so hard that smoke billowed from his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The cultivation level at the peak of the sixth level became illusory, and after a few breaths, it regressed to the peak of the fifth level.

"What kind of move is that?" Jiang Sanzu clutched his chest, staring in disbelief at Wukong, who was leisurely riding on the somersault cloud.

Wukong sat cross-legged on his somersault cloud, resting his chin on one hand, smiling broadly.

"Want to know? Then try again."

After saying that, Wukong swung his golden cudgel again and charged towards Jiang Sanzu.

Jiang Sanzu instinctively raised his hand to defend.

And then...

Another thunderclap resounded across the sky, and crimson lightning once again cleaved down.

Jiang Sanzu unleashed two Heavenly Grade Spiritual Artifacts in succession.

They were all reduced to ashes by the lightning tribulation.

He was eventually struck, and although his flesh was split open, not much blood actually seeped out.

Jiang Sanzu lay on the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.

And then, they descended upon the land again.

He dropped from the peak of the fifth level to the peak of the fourth level.

"Who, who are you? How can you summon lightning tribulation?" Jiang Sanzu's eyes were filled with fear.

"I am your Monkey Grandpa." This time, Wukong changed to a side-lying position, propping his face up with one hand, bending one leg, and still had a smiling look on his face.

Niu Shanming, who was standing to the side, was sweating profusely.

This golden cloud of merit is truly amazing.

Although he was the first person to advance to the Immortal Realm after the Immortal Path was severed, in terms of combat strength...

Even a hundred or so of him couldn't defeat Wukong alone.

Wukong is the undisputed number one person of the five continents.

After all, no matter how high one's spiritual level is, one is still afraid of being struck by lightning.

"You..." Jiang Sanzu was so angry that his eyes bulged out, but he didn't dare to say a single harsh word.

"I don't want that precious treasure anymore, you can keep it."

After Jiang Sanzu finished speaking, he turned to run away, because if he didn't run, he would be struck by lightning and killed.

The thick, dark clouds were still swirling overhead.

"Wait a minute." Wukong rode his somersault cloud and rushed over, blocking Jiang Sanzu's path. His face was cold. "You come and go as you please? Do you think this is your home?"

“Although your attack is strange, if I want to leave, you can’t stop me,” Jiang Sanzu sneered.

That being said, he was actually quite uncertain about it.

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have come.

It's just a mere spiritual artifact that can condense qi and blood. Even if he doesn't want it, absorbing the qi and blood of a few more cities would be enough for him.

By then, their strength will continue to improve.

"Is that so?" Wukong spat out, "Jiang Laosan, you think too highly of yourself, don't you?"

"Then let's give it a try." Jiang Sanzu said, his figure gradually fading and then disappearing.

"Where is he?" Niu Shanming asked nervously, clenching his fingers.

"Don't worry, he can't escape." Wukong said calmly, showing no concern whatsoever.

The next second, Jiang Sanzu's figure appeared directly, and his aura seemed to have weakened considerably.

"You, you actually sealed off this place..." Jiang Sanzu gasped for breath.

"Didn't you say that if you wanted to leave, I couldn't stop you?" Wukong said with a smug look, "Then why don't you run away?"

"How did you manage to do that when you're only at the half-step immortal realm?" Jiang Sanzu couldn't help but ask loudly.

"How did you manage to advance from the peak of the ninth level of the half-step immortal realm to the immortal realm in just two days?" Wukong asked instead of answering.

"What's it to you?" Jiang Sanzu snorted irritably.

"That's right, what's it to you!" Wukong glanced at Jiang Sanzu and sneered.

“You…” Jiang Sanzu’s face darkened with anger.

Wukong did not answer, but instead raised his golden cudgel again, as if he was about to charge.

A hint of fear finally surfaced in Jiang Sanzu's eyes: "What exactly do you want?"

"I just want to fight you." Wukong said with a smile, "You can fight me, or I can fight you, it's fine. The guest is the guest, you choose first."

Niu Shanming wiped the sweat from his forehead. It has to be Wukong; he's really getting creative with this.

Jiang Sanzu's eyes darted around, and he asked, "Are you serious?"

"Your grandpa Monkey is a man of his word, of course it's true." Wukong said, hoisting the golden cudgel onto his shoulder.

“Then you stand still, I’m going to hit you.” Jiang Sanzu made a quick judgment.

He was struck by lightning because that monkey rushed over to attack him. It must have been some kind of top-grade lightning-type spiritual skill that could summon lightning from the sky.

If you attack it and it doesn't move, then you probably won't be able to use that spiritual technique.

When the time comes, I will suck this dead monkey dry.

The price of arrogance is death.

"Okay, I'm standing here." Wukong lazily lay down again, casually placing the golden cudgel beside him.

His relaxed and carefree demeanor made him seem as if he were on vacation.

Jiang Sanzu took a deep breath, his whole body enveloped in black flames, and charged towards Wukong.

Wukong remained in a lazy posture, even humming a little tune leisurely, which was very light and pleasant to the ear.

Bai Qingqing taught them that.

Niu Shanming felt refreshed and invigorated after listening to the little tune.

But Jiang Sanzu felt as if a demonic sound had entered his ears, and he fell to the ground with a thud from mid-air, covering his ears tightly with his hands, unable to stand up for a long time.

"You, you have no martial ethics!" Jiang Sanzu said loudly, panting.

Blood was seeping from his ears.

The buzzing sound is unpleasant.

"You just told me to choose, and I chose to attack you first, but you ambushed me instead," Jiang Sanzu accused repeatedly.

In the end, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Wukong never expected that a simple tune it hummed would have such destructive power on Jiang Sanzu.

Yes, what the master taught must be extraordinary.

At the time, it just thought it was a piece of music that could refresh people's minds.

Unexpectedly, it's effective against monsters.

What a pleasant surprise!

However, it can't be used anymore right now, since it hasn't had enough fun yet.

More importantly, Jiang Sanzu has committed atrocities in Zhongzhou, so we can't just let him die like this; that would be too easy on him.

It has eighty-one more methods.