Chapter 1295: Chapter 440: The Famous Thick-Skinned One
There was a silence here, followed by the laughter of the Purple Emperor.
The Haotian God stood with his hands behind his back, facing the Purple Emperor directly.
His expression was completely calm, showing no change despite the Purple Emperor’s anger.
Scoff.
Sword light soared to the sky, and the Purple Emperor made a move.
At this moment, his killing intent surged to the heavens, unleashing his supreme combat power, intending to slay a Creation Realm powerhouse.
The Haotian God shook his head with a sigh and made a move to block the fierce strike of the Purple Emperor.
Afterward, the two clashed, with vast divine power surging.
At Huaguo Mountain, a flash of light appeared in Sun Wukong’s eyes as he suddenly turned, looking toward the direction of the Purple Emperor’s Tomb.
"What’s wrong?"
Everyone was a bit surprised; Sun Wukong’s reaction was intense, as if something terrible had happened.
"Haotian went to the Purple Emperor’s Tomb and interrupted the resurrection process; this bastard deserves to die."
Sun Wukong said angrily. He glanced at everyone and said, "I, Old Sun, will go take a look; none of you should follow."
Everyone wanted to speak, but Nu Ba swept her gaze over them and said solemnly, "Listen to your husband."
Immediately, everyone stopped talking.
Even Nu Ba didn’t consider going along. If they followed, it would only be a burden.
In the face of a Creation Realm powerhouse, ordinary Great Heavenly Venerates can’t pose much of a threat.
A streak of streaming light appeared in the Heavenly Court, quickly heading toward the direction of the Purple Emperor’s Tomb.
It was Yang Jian, as his aura surged completely revealing his Supreme Realm capability.
Sun Wukong also set out from Huaguo Mountain, transforming into a stream of light, traversing the heavens and rushing to the Purple Emperor’s Tomb.
A fierce battle erupted there, sword beams pierced into the sky, the Purple Emperor was furious.
He interrupted the resurrection process, fully attacking to crush Haotian.
However, Haotian was indeed the Great Heavenly Venerate of the Primordial, now entering the Creation Realm, his strength was unfathomable.
He blocked all of the Purple Emperor’s sword beams and also attacked, with a sword wheel forming behind him, composed of tens of thousands of sword beams, each capable of gravely injuring a Sub-Paramount.
At this time, tens of thousands of sword beams pressed down together, covering the skies, completely covering the Purple Emperor below.
The Purple Emperor roared, shaking the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.
He struggled desperately to fend off Haotian God’s attack and launched a peerless counterattack.
However, he was also not doing well, with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Haotian God drew a faint cold smile; he knew the Purple Emperor had not fully resurrected and his combat power had not returned to its peak state. Otherwise, the Purple Emperor would not be performing so poorly.
If the battle continued, he could completely cut off the Purple Emperor’s hope of resurrection, dragging him to true death.
The Purple Emperor also saw through Haotian God’s plan and attacked even more fiercely.
Even someone as strong as Haotian God was repelled, with wounds appearing on his body.
This made him couldn’t help but sigh, "Purple Emperor, you are truly strong, deserving to be one of the strongest in a supreme world. If you were fully resurrected, I wouldn’t be your opponent."
Haotian God was not stingy in admitting his inferiority to others.
The Purple Emperor’s eyes were indifferent, he did not speak, but his attacks became increasingly fierce.
They engaged in intense combat, battle swords crossing the sky, sword light astounding the world.
It was a battle evenly matched, but overall, the Purple Emperor was at a disadvantage.
He had not completely come back to life, forcibly interrupting the resurrection process was now attacking mainly with his resurrection foundations, once depleted, they would be difficult to replenish.
Under these circumstances, defeat was only a matter of time.
The Azure Dragon and others arrived, with four Supremes joining the battle.
They besieged the Haotian God, which instantly made fighting less easy for him.
However, Haotian God was not afraid; besides the Azure Dragon, the threat from the other three Supremes was pitifully small.
Haotian God struck the Vermilion Bird, causing her to cough up blood profusely as she flew out, narrowly avoiding her body exploding.
The Vermilion Bird was heavily injured, though she managed to struggle back, much of her strength was lost.
Subsequently, Haotian God kicked Xuanwu in the body.
Xuanwu used the strongest defense method, but it was still broken, barely avoiding being killed.
He turned pale and withdrew from the battle, losing combat power.
The White Tiger took the opportunity to attack, using an Immortal Technique to hit the Haotian God, causing blood to burst out from his body.
As a result, Haotian God turned around, his eyes icy, staring at the White Tiger.
"A ghost."
The White Tiger was startled, instantly threw out several Divine Skills.
Haotian God tore through all the Divine Skills and appeared beside her, grabbing the White Tiger by the throat.
He said coldly, "I’m so handsome and you dare call me a ghost?"
The White Tiger’s face flushed red, even utilizing mana couldn’t break free.
"Let go."
At this moment, a loud shout was heard.
Sun Wukong appeared, smashing down on Haotian God’s arm with a staff,
Haotian God winced in pain, instinctively letting go.
The White Tiger was rescued; Haotian God’s eyes grew slightly cold, filled with killing intent as he gazed at Sun Wukong.
"Sun Wukong, you come to ruin my plans again. Even if you have Nuwa’s Primordial Spirit within you, how many battles can she fight? Just draining her alone is unbearable. Do you really think that just because you have Nuwa’s Primordial Spirit in your body, I can’t kill you?"
Sun Wukong sneered, completely ignoring Haotian God, instead directing the White Tiger and the others to retreat to the side.
In a battle like this, unless Sub-Paramounts and ordinary Supremes were ready to die and perish together with Haotian God, they couldn’t pose any threat to him.
Rather than that, they might as well retreat to the side.
The White Tiger obediently retreated, observing with the Vermilion Bird and Xuanwu from a distance, no longer participating.
The Azure Dragon, Sun Wukong, and the Purple Emperor stood side by side, confronting Haotian God.
Haotian God sneered, "The dignified Purple Emperor needs help from others? If this gets out, it will surely make everyone in the world laugh at you. Where is your pride, your dignity as a strong man?"
The Purple Emperor was unmoved, he had lived for who knows how long, and couldn’t be easily stirred by simple words.
"You, a dignified Creation Realm being, come to take advantage of me before I’ve fully resurrected, typical of preying on the weak. If anyone is to be laughed at, it’s you, not me," the Purple Emperor replied casually.
"Purple Emperor, you may not know this, but this guy is famously thick-skinned, even if everyone in the world laughs at him, he wouldn’t care—he’s the epitome of shamelessness." Sun Wukong said with a smile.
The Purple Emperor then smiled lightly, "I see, I overestimated him then."
Haotian God’s eyes slightly cooled, his smile faded as he spoke coldly, "Even if you three make a move together, so what? I can kill you all alone."
"Such arrogance, adding one more of me, can you still kill us?"
Yang Jian landed there.
Pointing his Three-pointed Double-edged Sword at Haotian God, he exuded killing intent.
The Purple Emperor was moved; he looked at Yang Jian in surprise and said, "I originally thought in this generation, having Sun Wukong, a defiant demon fiend comparable to the strongest stone monkey, was already against the heavens. I didn’t expect there to be a second equally monstrous person."
Clearly, he saw Yang Jian’s extraordinariness at a glance, knowing he was not inferior to Sun Wukong, in both talent and strength.