Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

With a single blow, carrying all of Chen Xing's resolve, he smashed towards the back of Po Tian's head!

Potian's golden pupils suddenly contracted!

He never expected Chen Xing's speed to explode again, and he never expected this human to be so fearless.

Daring to fight back in close quarters under those circumstances!

In his haste, he could only forcefully turn around.

He faced the falling purple-gold fire staff with his left shoulder, which was covered in a dense demonic aura!

Bang--!!!!

This time, the sound of the collision was much duller, but the force was even more penetrating!

Potian let out a muffled groan, and the demonic energy covering his left shoulder trembled violently.

The light dimmed, and the impact sent him staggering three steps to the right before he regained his balance.

A clear cracking sound and a searing pain came from my left shoulder!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Po Tian said "good" three times in a row, but his voice was icy cold.

The killing intent in his eyes was as solid as ice!

He slowly turned around and looked at Chen Xing, his golden eyes shining.

There was no more mockery, only utter coldness and a determination to kill.

"Human, you have successfully angered me."

Potian slowly raised his dragon-patterned staff, the tip pointing at Chen Xing.

Dark golden demonic energy surged into the staff, causing the golden dragon pattern to shine brightly, as if it were about to come alive!

"I'll put all my strength into this next strike."

"If you can withstand this, I'll spare your life. If not... you'll be reduced to mincemeat."

Chen Xing was breathing heavily; that attack had almost drained most of his life force.

He looked at Potian, whose imposing aura seemed to merge with the giant ape phantom behind him.

Knowing that the next blow would be earth-shattering and that he had no chance of survival.

But there was no fear in his eyes, only calm.

Within his body lies the divine imprint of the Monkey King.

Stimulated by the broken Emperor-level bloodline and the ultimate staff intent, it trembled violently, as if it was about to burst out of its body!

Just as Potian had accumulated his momentum to its peak, the golden dragon phantom on the dragon-patterned staff roared.

Just as a world-destroying attack was about to be unleashed—

Om-! ! !

A golden light, seemingly capable of illuminating eternity, shot up from between Chen Xing's brows without warning!

Amidst the light, a figure clad in golden chainmail and wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown appeared.

A golden phantom, wearing lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes and carrying the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff), slowly emerged!

The moment the phantom appeared, the entire world seemed to freeze!

Time, space, energy, and even the devastating blow that shattered the heavens and earth all seemed to have been paused!

The illusory figure had its back to Chen Xing and was facing Po Tian.

Those fiery eyes, like two burning suns, looked down from above.

Looking down at the ten-meter-tall, roaring, golden ape phantom,

And beneath the phantom image, Potian's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with endless fear and disbelief.

With a clang, the dragon-patterned staff in Potian's hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

His whole body trembled violently as if being sieved, his unruly royal bloodline surging within him.

At this moment, like a mouse seeing a cat, it howled, trembled, and surrendered in a frenzy!

That was an absolute suppression originating from the depths of the soul and the source of the bloodline!

It is the instinctive fear of those in a lower position when facing a supreme being!

He looked up at the golden phantom.

His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but he found himself unable to make a sound.

The soul trembled, the body stiffened.

Golden phantom—Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven—

She seemed to glance at him, her gaze as if she were looking at an ant.

Immediately, the phantom raised the Ruyi Jingu Bang in its hand and gently tapped it at Potian.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no world-destroying power.

But Potian was struck as if by lightning!

His whole body trembled violently, his knees buckled, and he collapsed with a thud.

He fell heavily to his knees, his forehead slamming against the hard ground with a dull thud.

He felt the originally unruly and violent royal bloodline within him.

With this gentle touch, it is like a tamed wild beast.

Become docile, submissive, even...

There are faint signs of a transformation!

Deep within the soul, an ancient, majestic, and domineering voice boomed like thunder:

"Little monkey, there's still room for improvement in the thin bloodline within you."

"Follow my little apprentice, fight well, and kill well."

"You'll benefit from this in the future."

The sound dissipated.

The golden phantom slowly dissipated, turning into specks of golden light.

It disappeared back into Chen Xing's brow.

Chen Xing stood still, feeling his divine position fusion level skyrocket—from 42% to 49%!

We're only 1% away from getting the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff)!

He looked at Potian, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, with his forehead touching the ground.

After a moment of silence, his voice was calm, revealing no emotion:

Get up.

Po Tian's body trembled, and he slowly raised his head.

At this moment, the way he looked at Chen Xing was completely different.

The previous contempt and murderous intent vanished completely.

Instead, a complex emotion arose, a mixture of awe, fervor, and a touch of bewilderment.

He struggled to his feet and picked up the dragon-patterned staff from the ground.

Then, under Chen Xing's slightly surprised gaze...

He knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist, his voice hoarse yet incredibly firm:

"Master...Master!"

Chen Xing frowned, not particularly fond of this form of address.

He thought for a moment and said calmly:

"Don't call me master. Call me Brother Xing."

Po Tian was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Chen Xing to say that.

He looked up at Chen Xing's young yet calm and stern face.

He hesitated for a moment, then grinned.

He revealed a somewhat simple, yet relieved smile:

"Yes, Brother Xing!"

He stood up and shouldered the dragon-patterned staff.

He naturally walked to a spot slightly behind Chen Xing and stood there, like a loyal golden iron tower.

Xiao Xiao's recording device has completely crashed.

Several seconds passed before her stammering, shocked voice finally came through:

"Brother Xing...you..."

"You took in a subordinate with a fifth-tier royal bloodline?! Is...is this even possible?!"

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