Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage

Wukong had slain so many Great Dao Sages that he had already alarmed their sects—those formidable Semi-Supremes.

Eight Semi-Supremes moved through the endless void like lightning, where distances spanning endless light-years felt like but a footstep under a mortal’s foot for them, quickly covering a light-year with each step. Finally, they entered the Plains of Heavenly Punishment.

Xuan Ming had just finished killing all the Great Dao Sages, and the Great Slaughter Talisman had fully condensed. The divine souls of those sages were cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, suffering punishment and refining their will and spirit. In their next life, Wukong intended to transform them into Buddhist Sect’s Golden Body Arhats and protectors, totaling one hundred and eight people.

"Hmm? You’re the newly risen Semi-Supreme? You really lack principles, daring to slay so many!"

"Hmph! Freshmen indeed lack principles, so arrogant, to slay so many of our disciples, you truly deserve death!"

The Ancient Heavenly Dragon stepped forward from the crowd, an old Semi-Supreme who had swallowed a Creation Fruit in the ancient times, achieving the level of Semi-Supreme with a terrifyingly profound cultivation. Standing there, Wukong saw him as if he were a giant black hole, even blocking his Buddha’s Eye that pierced through illusions.

The Ancient Heavenly Dragon, furious, with his beard flying, yelled, "Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons, why aren’t you rushing to your death!"

However, the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons stood by Wukong’s side, unmoving, hands pressed together, "Ancient Heavenly Dragon, the Sea of Suffering is boundless; turn back, and the shore is near! You have been clouded by evil. Quickly convert to our master, the Fighting Sage, and you may transcend, gain eternal life, and reach the other shore."

These Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons were the proud subordinates of the Ancient Heavenly Dragon. Now converted by Wukong, it was a slap in the face, especially in front of the other seven Semi-Supremes, turning the Ancient Heavenly Dragon’s face alternatingly red and white, looking extremely unsightly.

"Damn it! Since you eight dare to betray your ancestor, then die for me!" With these words, the Ancient Heavenly Dragon roared and unleashed a punch.

With a punch thrown, the winds of the fist swept from all directions, dispersing much of the destructive force of the Plains of Heavenly Punishment, a massive fist imprint hurtling forth from the front, immense and boundless, aiming to crush the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons outright. But where would Wukong let the newly converted Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons be killed? He immediately grabbed a bunch of Great Dao Sages along with Xuan Ming into the Posa Greater World, then thrust the Creation Heavenly Mechanism Staff out and struck it on the fist imprint.