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Chapter 213 Great Sage
Sun Wukong descended on auspicious seven-colored clouds, and his cry that tore through the sky instantly silenced all the commotion in front of Lion Camel Ridge.

The True Martial Emperor and the Golden-Winged Roc, who were engaged in fierce combat, paused simultaneously and separated in unison, their sharp gazes instantly fixed on the sky.

The chaotic battle below, whether it was the Heavenly Court's aquatic allied forces being suffocated by the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottles and siege crossbows, or the roaring counterattacks of the Lion Camel Ridge demons, all seemed to be frozen in place. Countless gazes were focused on that golden figure carrying an iron rod on his shoulder.

He hovered there, his fiery eyes like two molten gold, carrying an arrogant disdain for the world and a ferocious aura that almost solidified into reality, coldly scanning the mountains of corpses and seas of blood below.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats. Was this Monkey King, who had stirred up the Heavenly Palace, friend or foe? Which side would his golden cudgel strike?
The brief silence was broken by a clear and excited child's voice.

"Master!"

The little monk Tang Sheng's eyes widened, and his face instantly lit up with ecstatic joy. Completely ignoring the arrows still flying around him, he took off running towards the direction where Sun Wukong had landed. Despite his small size, he was a clever little devil, skilled in all sorts of trickery and deception. Now, seeing his closest master, his heartfelt dependence and joy were completely undisguised.

Just as the Yellow Wind Monster had forcefully cleaved a giant crossbow in two, his blood surging, he heard Tang Sheng's shout. He looked up and saw the monkey he had never seen before.

"It's him! Hahaha, it's him! Finally, we don't have to fight so hard anymore. Let's see how arrogant these monsters can be now!" His voice boomed like a bell, and he slammed his three-pronged steel fork into the ground, sending shards of stone flying. Victory seemed to be right before his eyes. The pressure of the fierce battles of the past few days seemed to have been largely dispelled by this golden light.

Red Boy, his cheeks puffed out, was forcefully spewing out a stream of Samadhi True Fire towards a cluster of fire arrows when he heard this. He looked up sharply. Seeing the golden-armored figure, his little face froze for a moment, then flushed with excitement. He instinctively shouted, "Monkey... Great Sage Sun, burn these stinking monsters to death!"

On the allied side, even the stern face of the True Martial Emperor softened almost imperceptibly for a moment, his heart easing slightly. The Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run, let out a long sigh of relief, his grip on his sword loosening.

Nezha's eyes blazed with fighting spirit, and he pointed his Fire-Tipped Spear at the Green Lion Demon, "Demon, your death is at hand!"

The Green Lion Demon and the White Elephant Demon's expressions changed drastically, and the Golden-Winged Roc's golden eyes narrowed slightly as it locked onto Sun Wukong, its aura becoming even more fierce.

The atmosphere on the battlefield shifted dramatically with the arrival of Sun Wukong. The morale of the allied forces soared, as if they saw a glimmer of hope for a decisive victory.

However, in that moment when everyone was focused on it and all expectations were being met,

Tang Sheng, who was at the forefront, had already run to the open space below Sun Wukong. He looked up with his little face and waved his little hands excitedly, "Master, Tang Sheng is here! Quickly beat these bad guys!"

Sun Wukong, suspended in mid-air, his fiery eyes, like molten gold, indifferently swept over the excitedly shouting Tang Sheng below, his face expressionless, as if looking at a stranger. Just as Tang Sheng opened his arms to welcome his master's descent, Sun Wukong merely flicked his finger almost imperceptibly.

An invisible force instantly bound Tang Sheng. The little monk's smile froze instantly, his body was frozen in place, unable to move even a finger, only his big, dark eyes were filled with incomprehensible astonishment.

Immediately afterward, a somersault cloud silently floated beneath Sun Wukong's feet, steadily supporting Tang Sheng's small body and carrying him away from the chaotic and dangerous ground battlefield, hovering him in a relatively safe corner in mid-air. Tang Sheng was fixed on the cloud, unable to speak or move, only his large eyes staring intently and incredulously at that familiar golden figure.

Having done all this, Sun Wukong's gaze didn't linger on Tang Sheng for even a second. His eyes returned to the entire battlefield.

Then, to everyone's utter astonishment, he swung the thick, dark Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) with one hand, accompanied by a devastating roar of wind and thunder, and smashed it down on Chen Guangrui's camp, whose morale had just been boosted by his arrival.

Boom!

The golden cudgel wasn't aimed at any individual, but rather slammed heavily onto the open ground where the allied forces and demon soldiers were locked in a stalemate. A terrifying shockwave, carrying shattered rocks and mud, spread outwards like a tsunami.

"Pfft!" "Ah!"

The first to be hit were dozens of elite West Sea aquatic warriors who were fighting the demon soldiers in battle formation. Before they could even react, they were violently thrown away by this overwhelming force, their armor dented, blood spurting from their mouths, and their formation collapsing instantly.

The Turtle and Snake Generals, leading the divine dragon in an attack on the flank of the demon formation, were suddenly jolted by the shockwave, their offensive abruptly halted. The Snake General was filled with shock and anger, "Great Sage! What do you mean by this?" Nezha's wild joy froze completely, turning into extreme shock and bewilderment.

He stared at the terrifying iron rod that had crashed down in front of his own men, then abruptly looked up at the cold, golden figure high in the sky. A surge of immense confusion and a burning anger of betrayal instantly overwhelmed him, causing him to instinctively roar out, his voice cracking, "Great Sage! You...you attacked in the wrong direction!"

He couldn't understand it; this was definitely not the Monkey King he knew!

Red Boy was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Tang Sheng, who was frozen on the cloud with tears welling up in his eyes, and then at his own people below who were being smashed to pieces. He jumped up and down, pointing at the sky and cursing, "You damned monkey! Are you blind?! The bad guys are over there!"

Zhenwu Emperor's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, a look of shock and anger appeared in his eyes. He shouted sharply, trying to stop him, "Sun Wukong, stop your recklessness!"

But it's too late.

The allied forces of Heaven and the Dragon Palace, whose morale was soaring just moments before thanks to the arrival of powerful reinforcements, were completely stunned by this earth-shattering blow from their "reinforcements." Everyone was dumbfounded; both generals and soldiers wore expressions of disbelief, astonishment, and bewilderment.

This abrupt and extremely sudden change plunged the entire battlefield into an eerie silence.

This deathly silence was then shattered by the wild, jubilant roars from the Lion Camel Ridge, like a landslide or a tsunami!
"Roar! The Great Sage is mighty!"

"Kill them! The Great Sage has come to our aid!"

"Crush them! Leave no one alive!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, the Green Lion Demon and the White Elephant Demon erupted in deafening laughter. The Green Lion Demon brandished his Xuanhua battle axe, his voice hoarse with excitement, "Hahaha, heaven is on my side! My men, follow me and slaughter them all!"

The white elephant spirit twitched its long trunk and gave the order to charge: "Charge! Slaughter all the heavenly soldiers and capture Chen Guangrui alive!"

A deep surprise flashed in the Golden-Winged Roc's eyes, followed by a meaningful, cold smile. He didn't speak, but his body shifted slightly, locking onto the True Martial Emperor, whose weakness had been exposed due to the chaos within the allied forces.

Taking advantage of the opportune moment when the allied forces were thrown into disarray and panic by Sun Wukong's blow, the demon soldiers covering the Lion Camel Ridge, like a mad beast tide that had smelled blood, led by the three great demon kings, roared deafeningly and launched an unprecedentedly fierce counterattack against the distraught Heavenly Court aquatic allied forces.

Swords flashed like a forest, and demonic magic blotted out the sun. The allied forces, stripped of unified command and morale, crumbled like sandcastles battered by giant waves under the ferocious onslaught of the demon soldiers. The aquatic battle formation was shattered, and the divine generals and celestial soldiers brought by the True Martial Emperor were forced into a state of disorganized fighting, with many falling to the ground.

The Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run, stood with his hair and beard bristling, his dragon eyes bloodshot. He watched as his hard-won aquatic warriors fell in droves amidst the chaos, letting out a mournful dragon roar, but he was powerless to reverse the tide. The True Martial Emperor was fighting against the Golden-Winged Roc with all his might. His black robes were stained with dust, and his black eagle banner was soaked with demonic blood, no longer displaying his former awe-inspiring divine might.

As the Yellow Wind Monster swung his steel fork, sweeping away the charging demon soldiers, he anxiously looked up at the sky. He saw Tang Sheng, frozen on the somersault cloud. The little monk's eyes were red, and tears rolled down his cheeks silently like broken beads. His eyes were filled with incomprehension and grievance.

Yellow Wind Monster felt a sharp pang in his heart, an indescribable sense of suffocation shooting straight to the top of his head. He then abruptly looked at Sun Wukong, the one who had caused all of this.

Sun Wukong hovered in the air, his golden cudgel no longer falling, coldly surveying the defeat he had inflicted. His posture remained upright, his golden armor still dazzling.

Yet, deep within those fiery, molten gold-like eyes, in a fleeting moment unnoticed by anyone, two glistening drops of liquid stubbornly and silently gathered in his eye sockets, refusing to fall. The surging within those eyes was a pain and resolve far deeper than the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood below.

On the somersault cloud, Tang Sheng's tears flowed silently, blurring the image of the once towering figure in his heart.

(End of this chapter)