Chapter 1073: Chapter 327: The Great Battle (Part 2)
The smile on Sun Wukong’s face disappeared.
He was truly a bit surprised.
Just now, he had almost exerted all his strength, while the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow had only used eighty percent of his power.
If he had gone all out, even if Sun Wukong could withstand it, it wouldn’t have been too easy.
Thinking of this, Sun Wukong looked at the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow with a bit of seriousness in his gaze.
Seeing Sun Wukong’s expression turn serious, the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow sneered coldly. He did it on purpose, wanting to see Sun Wukong’s astonished look.
An astonishing pressure erupted from him, even stronger than before.
Sun Wukong drew a sharp breath of cool air; the opponent was indeed not bluffing, the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow still had reserves.
But that didn’t mean anything.
Sun Wukong was not afraid; he stared at the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow, his fighting spirit getting more vigorous.
"That’s even better; just now Old Sun was worried you weren’t strong enough, but now there’s no need to worry."
As soon as the words fell, without waiting for the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow to speak, Sun Wukong took the initiative.
The Jingu Bang descended, mana surging skyward.
Sun Wukong did not use any spells, only robust combat skills to battle the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow.
While the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow was very aggressive, he did not dare to be careless at this moment.
His eyes grew cold; facing Sun Wukong’s attack, the sun and moon appeared together, protecting his flanks.
He raised his hand to unleash several Great Divine Powers to suppress.
This was a duel of Divine Skills and combat skills, the collision of mighty forces shaking heaven and earth.
Even others engaged in battle were drawn.
They cast their gazes in this direction, eyes filled with deep astonishment.
Both were too strong; with every gesture, there was terrifying mana surging mightily.
They fought for hundreds of rounds, truly getting heated.
It was clear that Sun Wukong’s absolute combat power was somewhat inferior to the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow.
After all, Sun Wukong had not yet become Supreme.
However, his bravery was not something the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow could compare to.
Sun Wukong relied on his powerful physical body, directly confronting the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow’s Divine Skills with combat skills, fighting him evenly.
"A rash man, daring to challenge me with Immortal Techniques."
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow shouted angrily.
Sun Wukong gave him a cold glance, directly swinging his staff over.
The opponent was clearly struggling, trying to provoke him into using spells instead of combat skills.
There was no way Sun Wukong would take the bait; he swung the staff, forcing the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow back repeatedly.
"Nasty monkey, lacking in martial virtue."
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow cursed, so furious that his nose almost bent out of shape.
This monkey simply didn’t listen, still using combat skills, almost making him suffer a great loss.
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow knew very well that his combat skills weren’t as strong as Sun Wukong’s; if he relied on combat skills, he would probably lose even faster.
Therefore, he was using Divine Skills and Immortal Techniques.
He just didn’t expect that even with these, he was no match for Sun Wukong, unable to suppress Sun Wukong’s combat skills.
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow stared at Sun Wukong in disbelief, unable to help but exclaim, "How strong are you really?"
He was truly taken aback by Sun Wukong, not expecting him to be so powerful.
He thought that with the strongest body his father had crafted for him, he could defeat Sun Wukong.
But now it seemed, he was a bit presumptuous.
In his current state, trying to suppress Sun Wukong was really not an easy task.
Sun Wukong’s strength was extraordinarily formidable.
Most importantly, when he fought, his methods were astonishing, able to bring out all his strength.
They clashed hundreds and thousands of times, fiercely battling, neither able to do anything to the other.
"Tch."
A sword light slashed over, a powerful figure attacked, ambushing Sun Wukong.
That was a Sub-Paramount, incredible strength.
Sun Wukong’s figure flashed, dodging it.
He turned around and smashed the staff towards the Sub-Paramount.
The opponent screamed miserably, hit by Sun Wukong’s staff, nearly killed, flying away.
Sun Wukong wanted to continue and finish with another strike.
But, the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow stopped Sun Wukong, giving him no chance.
Even if Sun Wukong wanted to kill that Sub-Paramount, it wasn’t possible.
Sun Wukong’s opponent was him, not anyone else.
Seeing him block his path, Sun Wukong was irritated.
With a cold snort, his attacks became even more fierce than before.
The grand battle had reached a fever pitch, with many powerful figures fallen.
Even Supreme beings bore injuries, clearly not holding back in the fight, each wishing to dominate the other.
The battle between Sun Wukong and the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow, though fierce, was not really consequential on such a battlefield.
Their presence not at its height, the commotion they caused was naturally less than others.
The most intense was the battle between the Eastern King and those three Supremes.
At the rear of Xihe’s army, both Emperor Jun and the Eastern King appeared astonished.
Even without the Three Pure Ones, taking the Heavenly Court wouldn’t be as easy as imagined.
The opposing faction had powerhouses comparable to themselves.
This Eastern King gave them a profoundly unfathomable feeling.
Even if they faced him, it was uncertain they could take him down.
No wonder the several Supremes attacking the Eastern King found it so difficult.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t strike, locked in mutual restraint with the Three Pure Ones.
Otherwise, with their combined might, they could take down the Eastern King first, then the Heavenly Court would no longer be threatening.
This battle had raged for three days and nights, with over fifty thousand Heavenly Soldiers lost, more than ten thousand dead.
The remaining thirty thousand were also heavily wounded.
Tianpeng was injured, almost killed.
Luckily, he was rescued in time; a Sub-Paramount had targeted him for death, nearly finishing him off.
The Buddhist Sect’s powerhouses suffered significant casualties, and many also fell.
This made Zhunti look grim, his fury obvious to see.
The Tathagata Buddha’s face was also unsightly, with so many Buddhists dead, among them ten of the five hundred Arhats.
Maitreya Buddha was critically wounded, on the verge of death, and Lingji Bodhisattva was killed.
Other Buddhist Realm powerhouses were also slain; Mount Ling suffered devastating losses this time.
Under Amitabha Buddha, both Moonlight Bodhisattva and Sunlight Bodhisattva perished, the Medicine Buddha was left with a mere sliver of his Primordial Spirit, taken in by Amitabha Buddha.
The only one unscathed was Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, who, although not having slain many foes, remained mysteriously unharmed.
Amitabha Buddha went berserk, directly killing a Sub-Paramount on the opposing side, then felled several other powerhouses, covered in blood.
At this moment, relying on his Undying Body, he even dared to exchange injury for injury with a Supreme.
No one expected the monk to show such formidable might once enraged.
Even Tathagata Buddha watched with a palpitating heart.
Lucky he hadn’t provoked Amitabha Buddha before; otherwise, this fellow going mad was truly terrifying to witness.
Just the sight of that reckless demeanor made him shudder.
If Amitabha Buddha fought him to the death that way, even if he could defeat Amitabha Buddha, he’d be dragged to perdition too.
"Bullying our Buddhist Realm, driving us out of the Western Continent, you bastards Emperor Jun, Tai Yi, do you really think our Buddhist Realm is easy to bully? Sooner or later, this old monk will destroy you to vent our rage."
Amitabha Buddha went into a killing frenzy, speaking such words, directly provoking Emperor Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi.
Even Tathagata Buddha and his companions were dumbfounded, not expecting the opponent to be so vigorous.
Emperor Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi’s faces turned black.
They really wanted to strike down Amitabha Buddha.
For a mere descendant, daring to provoke them like this?
When they claimed supremacy, there were no Buddhas in the world yet.
However, sensing the Qi of the Taishang Elder Lord, they ultimately refrained from acting.
The two merely transmitted commands, sending others to eliminate Amitabha Buddha.
The Supreme Blue Lotus appeared, splendid blue Sword Qi, cutting down towards Amitabha Buddha.
Amitabha Buddha’s eyes turned red, he charged forward, his body radiating Buddha’s Light, utterly adopting a life-for-life combat style.
Bang.
A mighty crash sounded, and Amitabha Buddha was blasted apart.
Yet he immediately reformed, attacking once more.
With the Root of Immortality, he was truly an Undying Body, naturally unafraid of his body being destroyed.