A master of comedy!

The roc spreads its wings, stirring up a vast wind that stretches for ninety thousand miles.

When it opened its mouth, it seemed to swallow the sun and moon, plunging the world into darkness, as if even light could not escape.

This is the Devouring Dao of the Golden-Winged Roc!

When he was possessed by demons, he even tried to emulate the Peacock King and swallow the Buddha whole, which made the Buddha angry and sent down Mahakala to suppress him.

Mountains, rivers, earth veins, cities, and people...

It swallowed all of these whole, crushed them into powder, and turned them into its own nourishment.

Zhou Sheng was also swallowed into its body. His protective immortal light was broken, and even though he activated his golden body, he could only hold on for a moment before being crushed into dust.

However, time reversed, and he reappeared before he was devoured.

"You beast, how dare you be so insolent!"

With a furious roar, the spirit was summoned and a six-armed Great Black Heaven King emerged from the long river, his eyes burning with raging flames, wielding various magical weapons, and attacked the Golden-Winged Roc.

Its momentum was incredibly powerful and domineering.

Upon seeing his enemy, the Golden-Winged Roc was filled with intense hatred and immediately flapped its wings to fight him. The battle raged until the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

Before long, he fiercely pecked off the head of the Great Black Heaven King and tore its body apart and devoured it.

"Is this the Spirit-Binding and Commanding Technique of the Play God Zhou Sheng? Heh, I think it's perfect for delivering food to me!"

The Golden-Winged Roc let out a disdainful laugh. Everyone said that Zhou Sheng, the God of Drama, possessed a unique skill called Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals, but now it seems that it is nothing special.

They only look intimidating; they're just paper tigers.

Zhou Sheng's eyes were icy cold. He unleashed his full power, his millennia of cultivation, and the terrifying fluctuations of his magical power were like golden waves, stirring up the universe.

In the long river of time, kings, generals, gods, Buddhas, immortals, and demons constantly emerge, densely packed, like a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers.

Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King; Han Xin, the God of War; Ying Bu, the King of Jiujiang; Li Guang, the Flying General; Huo Qubing, the Marquis of Champion; the Five Tiger Generals...

The Four Heavenly Kings, Nezha, Li Jing, the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave, Erlang Shen, Marshal Tianpeng, the Eighteen Arhats...

On this day, the vanished gods and Buddhas seemed to return to the mortal world, joining forces to fight the Golden-Winged Roc.

"Hahaha, a bunch of counterfeiters, how dare they make a fool of themselves in front of me?"

The Golden-Winged Roc laughed like thunder, his voice filled with excited fighting spirit. He leaped into the air and single-handedly fought against the immortals, causing them to fall and their horses to tumble.

Zhou Sheng's eyes narrowed, sensing immense pressure.

After fighting for so long, it's actually a draw?

The Great Dao of Time should be supreme and invincible among those in the same realm, but the Golden-Winged Roc's physical body was simply too powerful, and coupled with his primordial spirit at the peak of the Eight Tribulations, it actually made him feel quite troubled.

Fortunately, we acted quickly this time, not giving the opponent time to break through to the ninth tribulation; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Just as Zhou Sheng was pondering, he seemed to hear a sound in his ear, and his eyes lit up instantly.

With a kick, as if he were stepping into Laozi's furnace, his eyes gleamed with golden light, as if he had forged the Great Sage Equal to Heaven with fiery eyes.

In the long river of time, a figure leaped out, with two phoenix wings fluttering on its head and golden armor gleaming on its body, exuding a majestic and domineering aura.

The most eye-catching thing is the Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff).

The iron rod that once stabilized the sea has now become the cudgel in the Great Sage's hand!
"Hey!! Take this from me, Old Sun!"

That familiar voice exploded like thunder, arrogant and defiant, as if it wanted to tear a hole in the sky.

As the golden cudgel slammed down, it unleashed a vast divine radiance, as if one could hear the thousand layers of raging waves when Yu the Great was taming the floods, and as if one could glimpse the six divine fires of the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

This strike was so powerful it shook the heavens and the earth, even more majestic than the Kunpeng that blots out the sun.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of real monkeys, let alone fake ones—"

Before the Golden-Winged Roc could finish speaking, it suddenly let out a scream. One of its golden wings was smashed off by the Golden Cudgel, and its body suddenly lost its balance and fell from the sky.

Boom!

His massive body crashed to the ground, leveling countless mountains and turning them into ruins. Golden blood flowed, a testament to the severe injuries inflicted by that single blow, bones broken and tendons snapped.

"You're not a fake, you're the stable boy!"

Feeling the intense pain in his body, the Golden-Winged Roc seemed to realize something and angrily shouted at the figure.

All that could be heard was the sound of baring teeth, fierce and savage.

"The Keeper of the Heavenly Horses? Your grandpa Sun is none other than the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, the Handsome Monkey King of the Water Curtain Cave of Flower and Fruit Mountain!!!"

A blood-red cloak fluttered like a battle flag, seemingly becoming the only crimson hue in the world.

It was a monkey with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, wearing golden armor and a golden crown, carrying a golden cudgel on its shoulder, and its eyes shone with divine light, as bright as lightning.

The crack in the spirit stone startled the Heavenly Emperor, for it was because Heaven and Earth had not yet restrained the soul.

Amidst the waterfall, one dares to inquire about the path to immortality; beneath the staff, one can erase the written record of death.

The fiery eyes burn away the falsehoods of the three realms, and the golden headband captures the true heart.

Do not say that all immortals are nobles; even the demon king is revered.

The Monkey King is back!

With just one glance, the Golden-Winged Roc remembered that unruly monkey who had once been granted Buddhahood in the name of battle.

This domineering aura, this presence, this gaze—without a doubt, it's the monkey who's returned!

"Hehe, second brother, now that I've got this golden cudgel, I've remembered everything. Today I'll kill this little chicken and vent my anger from the journey to the west!"

On his journey to the West, he suffered a great deal of humiliation at Lion Camel Ridge, where he was nearly turned into pus and blood after being captured by the Golden-Winged Roc and placed inside the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle.

Now that the opponent has lost the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle, it's a perfect opportunity to avenge our previous defeat!
Without a word, Monkey King swung his staff and charged forward without fear. He was incredibly brave and fierce, and each blow shook the void, as if he could hardly bear the weight of the mountain-shaking force.

When the fight gets heated, they'll blow on a monkey hair to create countless clones, causing the shadows of their sticks to engulf the surrounding area.

To Zhou Sheng's surprise, Monkey King had already reached the peak of the Eight Tribulations stage!

That terrifying physical body and powerful aura even made him feel a little frightened.

However, he didn't sit idle either. He joined forces to deal with the Golden-Winged Roc, using a variety of methods, and the fight became more and more exciting.

Being able to fight alongside the Great Sage can be considered as fulfilling one of his childhood wishes.

In contrast, the Golden-Winged Roc was no longer as arrogant as before. Facing two opponents at once, it was almost passively taking the beating.

Its massive body became a sitting duck, golden blood splattering everywhere, almost draining it dry.

In less than a hundred moves, half of his body was almost destroyed, and the white bones inside could be clearly seen.

"Two against one? What kind of skill is that!"

The Golden-Winged Roc was filled with grief and indignation, coughing up blood and cursing angrily.

The Great Sage was not ashamed or angry at all. Instead, he laughed loudly and said, "You evil bird, you really know how to joke. Back then, didn't you three demons of Lion Camel Ridge also gang up on me, Old Sun?"

Why didn't we talk about heroes and valiant men back then?

The Golden-Winged Roc was speechless.

boom!
He was hit on the head again, bleeding profusely, and Zhou Sheng's Guan Dao followed closely behind, slashing a huge wound on his body.

Knowing that defeat was inevitable, the Golden-Winged Roc could only try to escape in resentment.

But at this moment, even escaping has become a luxury.

Zhou Sheng dragged it into the Time again, using the power of Time to cleanse its demonic body. This time, the heavily injured Golden-Winged Roc was powerless to resist. After struggling several times, it was finally dragged into the water and could no longer climb out.

In the long river, a Peng corpse slowly descended.

The great battle has finally come to a conclusion, with a victor emerging victorious.

...(End of this chapter)