Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage

What a chilling scene it was, and how did it manifest?

It was exactly this, "Bright red spear tassels flickered, and a cold, severe killing aura obscured the heavens. Spears, swords, and halberds sparked with fire, and the eyes of various gods shone like lamps. They only regretted not being able to kill until the bones were exposed to the blue sky, and only then did they sound the gongs to withdraw the troops."

"Demon Wu Zhiqi, come out and meet your death. I am the Great Emperor of the Heavenly Court’s Western-most Gou Chen, under the decree of the Jade Emperor to take your life!" Wen Zhong’s mana surged, and he bellowed with a voice like thunder shaking, causing the seawater to churn continuously, turning the South Sea Dragon Palace into a tumultuous sea.

Wu Zhiqi was inside, drinking and eating meat. After being trapped for so many years, he almost felt tasteless, and now that he was out, how could he not enjoy himself first? Little did he know, before he could even finish a few cups of wine or eat a couple of good pieces of beef, someone was already calling him out to battle—utterly infuriating!

"Damn it, which idiot is disturbing me again!" Wu Zhiqi cursed, grabbing the iron rod beside him.

In the South Sea Dragon Palace, everywhere lay the bodies of shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Those with higher cultivation levels were directly eaten by Wu Zhiqi; truly ferocious to the extreme! Wu Zhiqi’s single swing of his rod left seven to eight out of ten of the palace’s million-strong marine force dead. The survivors either fled or hid, never daring to show themselves again.

Wu Zhiqi, having been suppressed by Da Yu for tens of thousands of years, was extremely irritable. Now hearing Wen Zhong call out to battle, he wanted to rush out and leave no piece of armor behind!

"What dog fart Western Gou Chen crap? I’ll send you to heaven with one swing of my rod!" Wu Zhiqi came out of the water, and his iron rod extended hundreds of yards in one strike, aiming to kill Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong cursed inwardly. This monkey had no sense of propriety. Laozi calls for a challenge, and you don’t even respond, just start fighting? Have you no shame? Wu Zhiqi, of course, knew none of these rules. He had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years; if not for him cursing at the Sage King Da Yu every day, he probably wouldn’t even be able to speak clearly.

Wen Zhong roared, and surrounding him, the twenty-four guardians of the Thunder Department all summoned their magical treasures. Thunder roared immediately. A huge bolt struck Wu Zhiqi’s Fine Gold Iron Rod, the electricity travelling down the rod to Wu Zhiqi, making his whole body numb. His eyes turned white, nearly causing him to faint and froth at the mouth.

"This fellow’s experience in combat is a bit weak, suffering a big loss right off the bat," Wukong shook his head helplessly.