Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

As the roaring sounds inside the Water Curtain Cave gradually subsided and the dust settled, the once magnificent cave was now a scene of utter devastation.

Boulders rolled down, stone pillars collapsed, and the former beauty was gone forever. The aftershocks of the battle not only destroyed the cave but also ruthlessly pushed the battlefield out into the open space.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting dappled patterns on the ravaged land, adding a tragic touch to the fierce battle.

Nangong Yehua and Sun Wukong's figures swiftly intersected on the open ground, each collision creating visible ripples of energy.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and a tense atmosphere.

Just then, in a moment of carelessness, Mei Terumi's figure appeared so tiny under Son Goku's ferocious punch.

Like a leaf swept up by a giant wave, her body flew backward uncontrollably, tracing a long parabola.

It finally crashed heavily to the ground some distance away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Terrumi Mei!"

Nangong Yehua's heart tightened suddenly. He reacted almost instantly, and in a flash, he appeared next to Terumi Mei.

He crouched down and carefully helped Terumi Mei up. Her face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. She had obviously suffered a serious injury.

"I...-I dragged the team down."

Mei Terumi struggled to stand up, but the pain in her body prevented her from doing so. She could only look helplessly at Nangong Yehua, her eyes filled with self-blame and resentment.

"Don't say that, it's not your fault."

"Nangong Yehua gently interrupted her, his eyes full of determination and encouragement."

"No matter what happens, I will be by your side."

After saying that, Nangong Yehua once again used the Instantaneous Movement Technique to safely transfer Terumi Mei to a secluded place far away from the battlefield.

There was a huge rock there that served as a natural barrier, providing her with temporary shelter.

"You rest here, leave the rest to me."

After leaving those words, Nangong Yehua instantly returned to the battlefield without hesitation.

His heart was filled with anger and determination, not only to avenge Terumi Mei, but also to protect this land from further destruction.

Back on the battlefield, Nangong Yehua's eyes seemed to burn with golden flames, and his whole body was bathed in the golden light unique to Immortal Mode.

Asking for flowers

He resembled an invincible war god. He took a deep breath, and the immortal power within him surged like a mighty river, preparing for the final showdown with Sun Wukong.

"Come on, Sun Wukong, let me subdue you!"

Nangong Yehua's voice echoed in the open space, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Sun Wukong seemed to sense Nangong Yehua's seriousness and determination. He roared and his body swelled up again.

Its golden fur stood on end, and its eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.

It suddenly leaped up, its enormous fist carrying earth-shattering power, and slammed towards Nangong Yehua.

Nangong Yehua was fearless. He moved nimbly, like a dragon weaving through Sun Wukong's attacks.

Every dodge was perfectly timed, leaving everyone in awe. At the same time, he didn't forget to look for an opportunity to counterattack, forming hand seals, preparing to unleash his strongest attack.

"Sage Mode - All Spirits Return to One!"

Nangong Yehua let out a low shout, and all the power in his body gathered into an indescribable torrent at this moment.

A golden halo formed around him, as if even the heavens and earth changed color.

Chapter 483 The Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth! Towering Silver Needles

He lunged forward, thrusting out with both palms, and golden energy waves surged forth like a tsunami.

Their attacks clashed fiercely in mid-air. This time, the evenly matched battle was over.

With her unwavering will and immense strength, Nangong Yehua finally gained the upper hand.

Under the immense impact, Sun Wukong was forced to retreat, his golden fur becoming disheveled.

It roared, seemingly unwilling to accept such a "267" defeat, but Nangong Yehua pressed on relentlessly, giving it no chance to breathe.

Under Nangong Yehua's relentless and fierce onslaught, Sun Wukong's panting was almost drowned out by the roar of the battle.

However, at this crucial moment when victory seemed assured, Sun Wukong suddenly roared to the sky, his voice filled with boundless anger and defiance, as if it could shake the heavens and earth.

"Dharma appears in heaven and earth!"

With this deafening shout, Sun Wukong's body began to undergo astonishing changes.

Its already enormous body expanded rapidly like an inflating balloon, and its golden fur shone brightly in the sunlight.

Each hair seemed to contain immense power. His eyes became like two blazing suns, gleaming with a captivating light.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong had become enormous, his body reaching the sky, like a deity who had stepped out of an ancient legend.

Standing tall between heaven and earth, he exuded a chilling aura. At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be enveloped by his figure, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yehua felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

He knew all too well that in the face of such a formidable enemy, any underestimation of the enemy could have fatal consequences.

But he did not back down; instead, he became even more determined to fight.

He took a deep breath, and the immortal power within his body surged once more, golden light enveloping his entire body completely.

Just as Sun Wukong completed the transformation of the Dharma Body into Heaven and Earth, he suddenly waved his hand and pulled a thin silver needle from his right ear.

These silver needles may seem ordinary, but in Sun Wukong's hands they underwent a dramatic transformation.

It grew against the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a weapon like a towering tree, radiating a faint silver luster, with mysterious runes flowing across its surface.

"Boom!" With a deafening roar, Sun Wukong swung the giant silver needle in his hand as if wielding a colossal pillar supporting the sky.

It hurtled towards Nangong Yehua. Wherever the silver needle passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, forming black cracks, demonstrating its unparalleled power.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yehua's expression turned serious. He quickly adjusted his posture and lightly touched the ground with his feet.

His figure floated backward like a ghost, narrowly dodging Sun Wukong's attack.

However, he knew that this was only the beginning, and Sun Wukong's attacks would only become more and more fierce.

"Sage Mode: Guardian of All Spirits!"

Nangong Yehua gave a low shout, his hands quickly forming a seal, and golden light condensed into a solid shield around him.

It tightly enveloped his entire body. 3.4. This shield not only had amazing defensive capabilities, but also contained inexhaustible immortal spiritual energy, which could continuously provide Nangong Yehua with power support.

Faced with Sun Wukong's mountain-like attacks, Nangong Yehua relied on her unwavering will and extraordinary wisdom.

He averted crises time and again. He knew that in this battle, strategy and wisdom were even more important than strength.

Chapter 484 Divine Eye - Open!

So he began searching for Sun Wukong's weaknesses, trying to find an opportunity to kill him with a single blow.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, constantly scanning Sun Wukong's massive body.

Searching for that fleeting flaw.

Sun Wukong, like a raging beast, relentlessly wielded his giant silver needle pillar, launching fierce attacks on Nangong Yehua.

Each of his attacks was as awe-inspiring as an earthquake, but Nangong Yehua defused the crisis time and time again with his extraordinary skills and unwavering will.

This battle seemed to become a contest of will and strength, with both sides constantly pushing each other's limits.

On this land ravaged by war, Nangong Yehua and Sun Wukong became the most dazzling focus.

Nangong Yehua stood in that open space, surrounded by the mottled traces of battle, and the air was still filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, each breath seeming to expel all the fatigue and tension from his body.

Sweat streamed down his resolute face and dripped onto the ground beneath his feet.

Instantly absorbed by the parched sand and gravel, it was as if even the earth itself was silently witnessing the intensity and cruelty of this battle.

He slowly closed his eyes, allowing his mind to gradually calm down. He sighed inwardly:

"That's enough, I'm done playing."

This statement is not a disregard for combat, but rather a recognition and control of one's own limits.

He knew that if the fighting continued indefinitely, even if he won, it would be a Pyrrhic victory, which was not what he wanted.

More importantly, he realized that this battle was enough to prove his strength and determination, and there was no need to dwell on it any longer.

With a thought, Nangong Yehua suddenly opened his eyes, a strange light flashing within them.

The precursor to "Divine Eye - Opening" is a mysterious ability that allows one to perceive the essence of all things in the world and see through the weaknesses of one's opponents.

At that moment, his vision seemed to be magnified infinitely, and everything around him became clear and transparent. Even the direction of the wind and the trajectory of dust particles could not escape his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he murmured, and the immortal power within his body surged once more, an unprecedented force erupting from his body and soaring straight into the sky.

"Susanoh!"

With that low shout, it was as if a crack had been torn open in the sky.

A surge of powerful green energy poured down from the crack, instantly condensing into a giant green warrior form that tightly enveloped Nangong Yehua.

The Susanoo is not only majestic in appearance, but also contains the power to destroy the world.

It was clad in heavy green armor, with mysterious runes flowing across it. Each rune seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the universe, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

He wielded a massive, green longsword, 267 cm high, its blade radiating a chilling aura that seemed capable of cutting through any obstacle.

Its eyes, like two burning flames, are enough to instill fear in anyone who looks directly at it.

Under the protection of Susanoo, Nangong Yehua seemed to transform into an invincible war god on the battlefield.

He stood among the enormous green warriors, surrounded by boundless power and majesty, as if the entire world was under his control.

At this moment, he was no longer just a soldier, but a guardian of this land and peace.

"Enough, Sun Wukong."

Nangong Yehua's voice came through "Susanoo," clear and firm.

Chapter 485 Susanoo vs. Dharmaraksha

When Nangong Yehua's calm and powerful voice—"Enough, Sun Wukong"—pierced through the clamor of the battlefield and reached Sun Wukong's ears.

The expected tranquility did not arrive as promised. Instead, Sun Wukong laughed loudly, his laughter containing both unrestrained wildness and a hint of provocation.

"You want to subdue me? You're telling me I've had enough now? Hahaha, you're far too naive!"

Sun Wukong's laughter echoed across the sky, his golden eyes gleaming with an indomitable light, as if they could see through all hypocrisy and weakness.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua frowned slightly, but did not become angry.

He knew Sun Wukong's pride and stubbornness, and understood that such a conversation was just a brief exchange during a lull in the battle.

"Don't misunderstand,"

Nangong Yehua's voice was calm yet firm.

"I mean, if you don't stop, I have the ability to kill you, and then we can consider recruiting you. This isn't a threat, it's a fact."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's sneer intensified, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Watch out, or I might just kill you!"

His words were full of confidence and determination, as if at this moment he had disregarded life and death, only to defend his dignity and freedom.

As the two exchanged words, the atmosphere of battle was reignited.

Sun Wukong's figure flickered, and his Dharma Body expanded once more, his golden fur shining even more brightly in the sunlight.

It was as if each one contained a power powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

He swung the giant silver needle pillar in his hand, causing the air to tremble and rumble, as if even space itself was shaking under his power.

Nangong Yehua, however, was equally unyielding. He commanded the enormous green warrior, Susanoo, as if a god of war had descended upon the land.

Every step Susanoo took was accompanied by a tremor in the ground, and its thick green armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, making it impossible to look directly at.

Nangong Yehua held a long sword, the tip of which was pointed at Sun Wukong, his eyes revealing an undeniable firmness and determination.

The battle broke out again, this time even more intense and brutal.

Sun Wukong's giant silver needle pillar clashed repeatedly in the air with Nangong Yehua's green longsword, each clash accompanied by a deafening roar and dazzling light.