732: Chapter 260: Supreme Murder Trap_3 732: Chapter 260: Supreme Murder Trap_3 Could it really be that he had no further considerations after demanding the other party to apologize?
Seeing everyone looking at him, Sun Wukong shrugged his shoulders as he smiled and said, “Not really, Old Sun just thought it sounded cooler.”
The crowd rolled their eyes, not believing Sun Wukong’s explanation.
The monkey was sharper than any human; if he hadn’t considered what would follow, that would have been the real surprise.
He must have thought everything through, which is why he said what he did.
He had figured out the next steps already.
“Let’s go, wander a little longer.
I reckon no one dares to commit evil deeds anymore.”
Sun Wukong said with a smile.
Of course, even if there were those who did evil, they were extremely cautious, not daring to be too rampant.
After all, having killed two Sub-Paramounts, those with brains surely wouldn’t be so reckless anymore.
They should also have realized that the world had changed; it was no longer their time.
Nezha and the others thought the same; no one expected the Primordial Gods and Demons to be so cowardly.
Just then, a terrifying surge of mana, accompanied by a sky full of resentment, approached.
Sun Wukong and his companions’ expressions changed slightly as they looked toward the distance.
A city vanished; all its living beings were annihilated in an instant.
The next moment, countless streams of blood emerged, caught in the hands of a man dressed in a black robe, who swallowed them in one gulp.
Boom.
The Qi around the man grew even more vigorous amidst the raging evil Qi; his momentum soared.
Afterward, the man’s gaze turned towards Sun Wukong and his companions, pulling a contemptuous smile on his lips, full of scorn.
Sun Wukong’s expression darkened; the man had slaughtered an entire city right before his eyes, clearly provoking him.
Without a second word, he charged over.
Nezha and the others followed closely behind.
An entire city had been wiped out before their very eyes, the man cruel to the extreme, inciting their fury.
The Heavenly Court forbade the Gods, Demons, Immortals, and Buddhas from slaughtering living beings, but he had killed an entire city’s population right in front of them, even drawing and consuming their blood.
“Waste.”
The man in the black robe stared at Sun Wukong and spat out two words.
Sun Wukong leaped into the air, rushing over.
His eyes were ice-cold as he approached the man in the black robe.
A pair of golden eyes twinkled, the Eyes of Golden Flame activated, yet he couldn’t discern the man’s true form.
It seemed the man was merely a member of the Primordial Human Race with an Innate Taoist Body.
This, Sun Wukong found somewhat unbelievable.
Among the Primordial Human Race, only Suiren had ascended to the Supreme level.
Moreover, he had never heard of such a mighty being.
This black-robed man was at least a Sub-Paramount.
“Who exactly are you?”
Sun Wukong asked coldly.
He didn’t immediately attack because he wanted to know the man’s identity more.
Sun Wukong felt that things were not so simple.
He asked Taotie, and Taotie and the others did not recognize the man before them; they had never seen him before.
The man in the black robe smiled faintly and said, “Sun Wukong, you wish to know my origins?”
“You dare not say?”
Sun Wukong retorted.
“Haha.” The man in the black robe laughed, his expression disdainful, “It’s not that I dare not say, but rather you are not worthy of knowing.
If you can defeat me, perhaps I will tell you.”
The man in the black robe curled the corner of his mouth in disdain, looking Sun Wukong up and down, and spoke disdainfully in three words.
“Are you worthy?”
Knowing they would not learn anything, Sun Wukong started attacking.
The Jingu Bang struck out, a powerful surge of mana ripping through heaven and earth, while Chaos Qi roiled and surged madly.
Sun Wukong was truly enraged; his strike was immensely powerful.
Yet, the man in the black robe, his face filled with disdain, simply smiled faintly and dodged with a flash of his body.
“Is that all?”
The man in the black robe chuckled with a disdainful expression, his ridicule unmistakable.
Sun Wukong’s pupils shrank slightly as he stared at the man in the black robe, fury boiling in his eyes.
The man’s power was strong, possibly even stronger than he had anticipated.
There was a great possibility that this was a Supreme level fighter.
Upon realizing this, Sun Wukong’s eyes became more focused.
While he could kill a Sub-Paramount with the first move,
even allowing Sun Wukong the first move, he could not possibly kill a Supreme.
If the man was indeed a Supreme, this would be a bitter fight.
Nezha and the others arrived, standing beside Sun Wukong.
“So strong, could he be a Supreme?”
Nezha asked.
Sun Wukong’s expression was grave as he replied solemnly, “Very likely.”
Nezha and the others were shocked.
Supreme fighters were indeed terrifying; only top Heavenly Venerates were qualified to besiege them.
Moreover, killing them was extremely difficult.
“Who cares what he is?
Just kill him; he’s killed so many of the Human Race, today he must die.”
Nezha gritted his teeth and said.
“Heh, I’m waiting for you to kill me; I hope you have the strength.”
The man in the black robe said with a light smile.
Just then, he sensed something and suddenly dodged to one side.
But he was still a moment too late.
Sun Wukong suddenly leapt from behind him and struck him on the back with his staff.
The Sun Wukong beside Nezha then turned into a single strand of hair and returned to Sun Wukong’s body.
Sun Wukong wanted to continue the attack, but the man in the black robe easily dodged away.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on Sun Wukong, a hint of admiration in them.
“Truly worthy of being Sun Wukong, the Art of Transformation unparalleled in the world; even I did not see through it.”
The man in the black robe was not angry but regarded Sun Wukong with great interest.
He became more and more curious about Sun Wukong; he had never encountered a being so adept at the Art of Transformation.
72 Transformations were not rare among cultivators.