Chapter 759 - 759 265 Chang'an Dies

759: Chapter 265 Chang’an Dies 759: Chapter 265 Chang’an Dies In a single day, they traveled across the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, visited the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu by dusk.

However, along the way, Sun Wukong and his companions had witnessed the situation within the Three Realms, which was far from optimistic.

Living beings were steeped in profound misery, extraordinary beings oppressed the weak, and although they no longer slaughtered wantonly, many enslaved the weak, pushing ordinary beings towards despair.

Some later generation Immortals were the same, not just the Ancient Gods and Devils.

By the end, Nu Ba grew increasingly angry as she watched.

Primarily, the most numerous among the common living beings between heaven and earth was the Human Race.

As a Human Princess, seeing her own people being oppressed along the journey, how could her heart remain calm?

Her eyes had long turned red with fury.

In the end, Nu Ba could not hold back, and she eliminated some extraordinary beings with her own hands.

But, she also knew that this was merely a drop in the ocean.

Her solo efforts could not change anything.

Even the Heavenly Court, which was now doing its utmost to protect all living beings, only managed to prevent widespread slaughter and nothing more.

“My Human Race is already suffering enough, why must they endure such hardships?”

Nu Ba felt distressed.

She too wanted to fight until no one dared oppress her people.

But such matters could only be wished for in vain.

Let alone her strength, even the strength of a Supreme could not achieve this feat.

Otherwise, Suiren, known for his hot temper, would have done it long ago.

This Ancestor of Humanity was not someone with a mild temperament.

Yet, even he had not done so.

Sun Wukong scratched his head, sighing, “Not just the Human Race, who in the Three Realms isn’t suffering?

Even when they become Immortals, stronger beings will oppress them.

Even a Supreme has times they must yield.

We can only do our best.”

Sun Wukong was well aware that as long as there were living beings in the world, there would never be a lack of conflict, with the powerful forever suppressing the weak.

As for the powerful aiding the weak, while not unheard of, it was rare.

The existence of the Heavenly Court relatively ensured a stable life for ordinary beings, but it was not absolute.

Unless the power of the Heavenly Court was strong enough to dominate everything.

But that was easier said than done.

At least, Sun Wukong had not yet seen any hope.

“Let’s go back.”

Sun Wukong took Nu Ba’s hand, ready to take her back to Huaguo Mountain.

Just then, a streak of sword light fell towards them.

A Sword Immortal had made a move, attacking them.

Sun Wukong flicked his fingers, shattering that streak of sword light.

“What a formidable Demon Fiend.”

The newcomer’s eyes gleamed intensely, his face covered in a big beard, resembling a Martial Artist more than an Immortal.

“You’ve mistaken us, we are not Demon Fiends,”

Nu Ba said with a stern voice.

She didn’t take offense at the newcomer, considering that there were not many Immortals willing to slay demons and eradicate devils nowadays.

Seeing Nu Ba say this, the newcomer sneered disdainfully, “Nice try, Demon Fiend, but he’s clearly not human.

Don’t think I can’t see that.”

The newcomer pointed at Sun Wukong, his eyes flickering intensely as he glared angrily at Sun Wukong.

“I don’t provoke you Demon Fiends, and yet you dare provoke me.

Today, I will capture all of you.”

The Big Bearded Man sneered, full of killing intent.

He lived not far from here, usually in seclusion, not wanting to get involved in such matters.

But recently, someone had come asking for his help, because nearby, a Demon Fiend was causing trouble, making life unbearable for the people.

The Big Bearded Man verbally refused, but ultimately couldn’t resist and hurried over.

Sun Wukong smiled faintly, asking, “How could you tell I am not human?”

He was indeed curious; his humanoid form was not an illusion but his own cultivation of the Innate Taoist Body, fundamentally different from a demon’s technique of taking on human form.

It could be said he had truly cultivated a human form, not just an illusion of one.

This was a fundamental difference.

Let alone a mere Heavenly Venerate, even the Great Heavenly Venerate or a Supreme might not be able to see through his true form.

Yet, this Big Bearded Man came and declared he was not human.

This surprised Sun Wukong.

“The scent on a demon’s body, I can smell it from ten miles away.

Demon Fiend, there is no use struggling.

Today, I, Yan Chixia, shall act in the name of Heaven,”

After speaking, the Big Bearded Man’s sword appeared in his hand, fanning out in front of him like a peacock’s tail, transforming into tens of thousands of longswords, a rain of swords falling towards him.

Sun Wukong had intended to swat the other party aside with a slap, but the name Yan Chixia gave him a familiar sensation, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Seeing the rain of swords fall, Sun Wukong didn’t care too much, casually grabbing.

Tens of thousands of longswords instantly merged into one, which he caught in his hand.

“Fancy tricks with no power, here, take it back,”

Sun Wukong tossed the sword back, unharmed.

Yan Chixia caught the sword, his face full of shock as he stared at Sun Wukong.

“Formidable Demon Fiend, today my life ends here.”

He inwardly sighed, yet frantically searched for a way to escape.

Sun Wukong was too powerful, which made him quite uneasy, feeling that he had encountered a great demon, and this time he was truly doomed, probably without even a chance to flee.

However, Sun Wukong did not continue to attack, instead asking, “Do you know Li Chang’an?”

Yan Chixia’s pupils shrank slightly, he exclaimed in surprise, “How do you know my disciple, Demon Fiend?

If you want to kill, kill me, but don’t trouble my disciple.”

He thought Sun Wukong was threatening him, intending to harm Li Chang’an.

Sun Wukong shook his head, saying mildly, “Has your disciple ever mentioned that someone once saved his life, which is why he left to cultivate?”

Yan Chixia paused slightly, thought for a moment, and suddenly recalled his disciple’s words to him.