Chapter 1663 - Pride Great Soul Overlord (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The silvery red divine flame covered the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, making it seem to be shrouded in a divine aura.
Bu Fang was stunned for a moment, then he glanced back over his shoulder. He seemed to see a kindly old man hovering behind him, holding the kitchen knife for him and slowly pushing it down toward the Soul Demon egg.
Under the knife, the incomparably hard, almost indestructible egg crumbled and split into two halves. The next moment, a shrill, unwilling hiss burst from inside the egg.
The divine flame on the kitchen knife disappeared, and Bu Fang also recovered from his trance. At this moment, the weight of the universe seemed to rest on his shoulders, making it hard for him to breathe. It was as if a supreme being was staring at him with resentment.
A scarlet arm that seemed to be bleeding reached out from the cracked egg at great speed, and that was the only thing that came out. Apparently, the egg was broken by Bu Fang before it could form a complete Soul Demon.
‘What just happened? Did Suiren’s will come back just now?’ Bu Fang thought he saw the kindly human emperor in a trance. ‘Perhaps he hasn’t disappeared after all!’
He focused his eyes again. The Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife spun in his hand, then he brought it up in front of him. With a loud boom, the bloody arm slammed toward him.
The kitchen knife stopped the palm, but Bu Fang felt as if he were weighed down by a great mountain. A tremendous force shook him physically and mentally, and then he was knocked flying backward.
Even though it was only an arm, it emitted terrifying power.
“A Chaotic Saint?!”
Bu Fang sucked in a cold breath. He was only a Saint-to-be. With his strength, he would have struggled against some stronger Saints of the Great Path, let alone a Chaotic Saint. Even when this Chaotic Saint was just an arm…
The Vermilion Robe flapped noisily as Bu Fang turned in midair, kitchen knife in hand. With a thought, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok appeared. He stepped on it and steadied himself. Accompanied by a dragon roar, the shadow of the Golden Divine Dragon emerged, dispersing the scarlet power of sin that lingered around the kitchen knife.
Bu Fang’s face was as dark as the black wok under his feet. He did not expect that the dark energy seeped out of the array would actually form the arm of a Chaotic-Saint-level Soul Overlord!
This was not something that the Soul Overlords he had roasted in the Heaven and Earth Farmland could match. Compared to this Soul Overlord in front of him, those could be called Little Soul Overlords, while this one was a Great Soul Overlord.
Every Great Soul Overlord was equivalent to a Chaotic Saint!
On the other side, Sun Wukong grabbed the golden staff and jerked it up. His fighting spirit was soaring. Even though he had become a Buddha, the aggressive genes in him were still boiling!
Yang Jian, on the other hand, held his three-pronged halberd with a serious look on his face. ‘What happened? Why is someone as fearsome as Tongtian so seriously injured?’ he thought to himself.
Boom!
The staff was knocked flying away, while Sun Wukong was lashed by the tree branch and thrown back. “It hurts, it hurts so much… What is this weird thing?!” he cried out, shaking all over.
Yang Jian’s pupils constricted. ‘This monkey has become a Buddha. Although he was only at the level of a Saint-to-be, he is not weaker than a Saint of the Great Path. I can’t believe he got thrown back by a wooden stick! Who are those two people?’
He opened the vertical eye on his forehead. The next moment, the glow of merit and virtue emanating from the two men nearly blinded his third eye. This made him even more appalled.
“They are… two of the three human emperors of mankind, Fuxi and Shennong,” Tongtian said with a wry smile. “Their consciousness is masked by Soul Demons, but I believe they’ll defeat those Soul Demons…”
“Fuxi and Shennong?!”
Yang Jian was so shocked that he could not speak, while the corners of Sun Wukong’s mouth twitched.
“No wonder I felt so much pain when that stick struck me. So it is a branch of the World Tree…” Sun Wukong brandished his golden staff. “These Soul Demons are too bold! How could they do this to the two human emperors?! I’ll beat them to death!”
He grinned, his eyes flickering with golden light. The next moment, he rushed toward Shennong.
A fierce battle broke out. However, the monkey king was knocked back once again after a few moves. Fortunately, he was born out of the Heaven Mending Divine Stone and his fleshly body was very strong, so he was not hurt. In the blink of an eye, he regained his strength and dashed out once more.
Sun Wukong, who could fight a Saint of the Great Path, proved to be no match for Shennong. He was constantly grunting as the branch of the World Tree lashed at him. But he did not retreat, and as he continued to fight, his temper grew fiercer and fiercer.
“Old man Gautama asked me to cultivate my Buddha nature… But today, I don’t give a sh*t what he said! Eat my staff again!”
Sun Wukong tore off his robe, revealed his hairy body, and charged toward Shennong, brandishing his golden-banded staff.
Yang Jian gave Tongtian his arm and carefully supported him. Suddenly, they shuddered, then turned and looked into the distance. There, Bu Fang was knocked flying away by a hand, which gave them a very dreadful feeling.
“A Chaotic Saint…” They both murmured at the same time.
It was only an arm, but because of that, Bu Fang was able to suppress it. They fought fiercely together.
Around Bu Fang, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, the Qilin Transmigration Ladle, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, and the White Tiger Heaven Stove kept attacking the arm, exploding with brilliant light and deafening rumblings.
The corner of Yang Jian’s mouth twitched when he saw Bu Fang’s excited expression, and he seemed to think of something. “Fellow Daoist Bu doesn’t have something special in mind for that Soul Demon’s arm, does he?” He smacked his lips.
Tongtian did not know whether to cry or laugh. “Fellow Daoist Bu is good in all aspects, but he’s a bit of a glutton… That’s the arm of a Chaotic Saint! Is he planning to use it as an ingredient?”
They were somewhat speechless. However, they were also relieved that it was only an arm. If what appeared from the egg was a complete Chaotic-Saint-level Soul Overlord, all of them would have to die here.
Rumble!
The void exploded. Sun Wukong’s hair stood up as he rolled in midair, shouting. His whole body was in pain from the lashing. He felt that Shennong, holding the branch of the World Tree, was harder to deal with than that old man Gautama!
After being whipped and knocked back several times in a row, he flew into a rage. He roared, and an evil aura erupted out of him. The golden light on his forehead disappeared, then a purple-and-gold crown emerged and set upon his head.
The next instant, a full suit of armor covered Sun Wukong, and a great red cloak streamed down from his shoulders. A terrifying and ferocious aura spread across the air. Even the Somersault Cloud under him turned black.
Yang Jian was attracted by the noise. When he turned his head and looked over, he was stunned. For a moment, he was in a bit of a trance, for he thought that the Great Sage Equaling Heaven had returned…
“This monkey’s fighting prowess became even more powerful after he turned evil… He’s really a special existence in the Primitive Universe,” Tongtian said with emotion.
After turning evil, Sun Wukong’s fighting prowess skyrocketed. The teachings such as being completely indifferent to worldly temptations and cultivating his Buddha nature were all forgotten by him. At this moment, he was unrestrained, with only one thought left in his mind.
‘Since you hit me with that wooden stick, I’ll hit you back with my staff!’
A loud clang echoed out as the golden-banded staff and the branch of the World Tree collided. Sun Wukong was knocked flying away again and again, but he kept rushing back and fought again!
Suddenly, the demonized Fuxi’s eyes turned black again. With a shake of his hand, the bronze eight trigrams compass flew out, spinning and growing larger to the size of a great mountain. The enormous compass then came crashing down, crushing Sun Wukong beneath it.
After turning evil, Sun Wukong was actually a Saint of the Great Path. He raised his staff, trying to push away the compass. However, a mighty force weighed down on him, causing his legs to spread and even shattering the void beneath him.
His eyes turned scarlet. He was not willing to throw in the towel—he wanted to fight. When he turned evil, he was no longer Sun Wukong, but the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the Great Sage who was unyielding and always fighting. He had a staff, and he would break the sky with it!