Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage

Last time, Wukong and Immortal Yang Mei tried to outsmart each other. In the end, Wukong, favored by Creation’s power, had a slight advantage after comprehending the Grand Yin Yang Technique and managed to trap Immortal Yang Mei in his scheme. Immortal Yang Mei suffered a great loss, with his very origin damaged under the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s steel fists.

Now, Wukong and the Victorious Fighting Buddha became one, unleashing a strike with his staff, unprecedented and unparalleled, simply terrifying beyond compare.

"Immortal Yang Mei, boundless in mana; Great Dao Divine Thunder, crafted by his hand! Great Dao Principles, transformed into lightning; myriad divine thunders, extinguishing all things!"

One could see a terrifying force rising from the palm of Immortal Yang Mei, turning into round and smooth Divine Thunders. These Divine Thunders, formed by the concentration of Great Dao Principles, were tremendously powerful! He did not use the Great Dao Divine Thunder to bombard Wukong but instead struck it into his Life-Bound Magical Treasure, the Willow Tree.

"Boom!"

The willow tree of Immortal Yang Mei suddenly went berserk, as if about to burst into flames. Three thousand willow branches radiated an unbelievable glow. A mere glance would trap one in profound enlightenment, reaping immense benefits! Those Divine Thunders, struck into the willow tree by Immortal Yang Mei, turned into a vast formation. The Divine Thunders would explode one by one within it, acting as the willow tree’s momentum to unleash formidable power.

"The technique of transforming the Great Dao into lightning, this person truly has endless trump cards!" Wukong watched intently, deeply astonished in his heart.

When Immortal Yang Mei’s willow tree swung up, performing a "Sky-Consuming Flame," the collision of the staff and the willow tree caused massive fluctuations, shredding the very Chaos, and the Great Dao Principles seemed to be collapsing! Immortal Yang Mei’s complexion paled slightly, and he coughed up blood, while Wukong was also seriously injured. The vast expanse of essential energy above his head, like a sea of smoke, was dispersed in an instant.

"This Immortal Yang Mei is truly formidable. It seems the Power of Creation I have absorbed is still too meager, my mana too shallow! To think that even a surprise attack failed to gain me an advantage." Wukong fully realized this truth in his heart. Today, killing Immortal Yang Mei would be impossible. His endless trump cards meant that even Xuan Ming, who had recently become a Great Dao Sage but had also refined fragments of someone else’s laws, was uncertain of victory against him.

Even though he commanded the Great Slaughter Technique, which ranked him among the formidable within the Great Dao Sages, compared to a veteran like Immortal Yang Mei who had lived for a hundred million years, there was still a long way to go! After all, Immortal Yang Mei had once escaped from the hands of the Creation Supreme. How formidable must he be?

"Great Slaughter Technique! Endless Hell, Eighteen Levels of Hell, Slaughter the world, enter my netherworld." Xuan Ming channeled the Great Slaughter Talismans, and at this moment, Wukong also executed the Great Slaughter Technique, borrowing Xuan Ming’s power to deliver the strongest strike of Slaughter Dao Technique.