Great Demon Sun Wukong

Six-Eared Macaque sat down on the spot and, after taking a deep breath, began to slowly calm his mind. Although five years of daily and nightly battles had forged his resolve to be exceptionally firm, at this final juncture, he could not help but feel some inner turmoil. And in this kind of decisive battle, such fluctuations could prove fatal.

That was why Six-Eared Macaque sat down to meditate, and only when his mind was without any cracks would it be time for the great battle to commence.

Finally, after a full three Chinese Hours, Six-Eared Macaque rose to his feet. Although it was only a short span of time, it seemed as if he had undergone a transformation. The murderous and fierce aura that once permeated his being was now concealed within his heart. His entire demeanor had become subdued and weighty.

If the previous Six-Eared Macaque was a sharp sword, then now he was a broad and sturdy blade.

It couldn't be said which was better or worse, but one thing was certain: Six-Eared Macaque had become more composed.

He slowly closed his eyes, inserted the Dragon Blood Staff beside him, and then took a deep breath. The next moment, a ferocious roar was heard, "Come out, strongest one, I am here to defeat you!"

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In fact, this was no surprise for Six-Eared Macaque, as the Guardian God of Beiju Luzhou was only a being of legend. No one had truly seen him; all of it had been passed down generation by generation. Therefore, aside from shouting, Six-Eared Macaque truly had no other method. If he were to rely on himself to find the guardian, he might never find him in his lifetime.

After shouting, Six-Eared Macaque couldn't help but laugh out loud. Reflecting on it, he found his own actions quite absurd. Where would one find someone popping out just because he called for them? Just as Six-Eared Macaque thought about taking to the clouds to look around for any peculiar sites nearby, he suddenly felt a pat on his shoulder.

Wheeling around, Six-Eared Macaque saw a young man dressed in a green shirt, strikingly handsome. With sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he had an extraordinary demeanor. For a split second, Six-Eared Macaque almost mistook him for one of the Heavenly Gods. Just as Six-Eared Macaque prepared to confront him, the young man slowly walked in front of Six-Eared Macaque.

Each step the young man took caused the small bell hanging at his waist to ring out a clear chime. And it was this bell sound that snapped Six-Eared Macaque out of his daze.

When Six-Eared Macaque came back to his senses, he was startled into a cold sweat. Having fought in Beiju Luzhou for a full five years, his Spiritual Sense, honed on the brink of death, was extraordinarily sharp. Usually, he would be instantly aware once any living being came within a hundred meters of him, whether or not they harbored ill intent.

It was precisely because of this keen Spiritual Sense that Six-Eared Macaque was able to seek good fortune and avoid disaster, even saving himself many times.

But just now, the Spiritual Sense that Six-Eared Macaque had always taken pride in had malfunctioned; the young man before him had managed to come up behind and even touch him without his noticing. If the man had not simply patted him but had launched an attack, Six-Eared Macaque feared he would already be dead.

Dead? He couldn't die, how could he possibly die?

In an instant, Six-Eared Macaque summoned the courage and strength from some unknown place within him and drew the Dragon Blood Staff from the ground at the fastest speed he had ever achieved in his life. Twisting his body, a ferocious swing of his staff was already hurtling toward the young man's lower back.

Hmph, even if your movement technique is bizarre, how could you be so careless as to leave your back so exposed to an enemy? In Six-Eared Macaque's eyes, every life in Beiju Luzhou was his enemy. Although he didn't understand where this young man had come from, that did not stop Six-Eared Macaque from treating him as an enemy. In this jungle of slaughter, the only one he could trust was himself.

Moreover, the Six-Eared Macaque was confident that his powerful and heavy strike would injure the opponent if not kill him. However, when the Six-Eared Macaque's staff was about to reach the young man's lower back, he was suddenly terrified to discover that the young man had somehow turned around and was even smiling as he extended a single finger.

Then, his highly confident strike was firmly blocked by the young man's single finger. He even felt that his staff had not struck a person but had attacked a majestic mountain. His own staff was like a thin twig, powerlessly slapping against the grandeur of the mountain.

Impossible, impossible, how could it be possible to block his strike with just a finger, it was absolutely impossible. As he repeated this sentence over and over in his mouth, the Six-Eared Macaque fiercely retracted the Dragon Blood Staff, and then his whole body's murderous aura suddenly exploded, the intense desire to kill almost solidifying into substance.

Amid this stern murderous intent, the Six-Eared Macaque's whole body swelled as if he had suddenly received a tremendous power. When the murderous intent condensed to a certain extreme, the Six-Eared Macaque suddenly vanished on the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in mid-air, with both hands gripping the Dragon Blood Staff high above his head. Then, he brought the Dragon Blood Staff down fiercely, but the young man, still with a smile on his face, lifted a finger and blocked it just as it was about to touch his forehead. During this process, the young man did not even move an inch.

Seeing his strike fail, the Six-Eared Macaque hastily pulled back the Jingu Bang and folded his body into a strange posture in mid-air before vanishing again.

When he reappeared this time, he was already standing to the left of the young man, bringing the Dragon Blood Staff down viciously toward the young man's right foot. But this time it was even less effective than the last, as the staff had barely fallen before it was blocked by the tip of the young man's outstretched right index finger.

In the subsequent moments, the Six-Eared Macaque almost exhausted all his techniques, disappearing and reappearing constantly, but no matter how tricky or bizarre his attacks, they were all invariably blocked by the young man's single index finger. Chapter Discover:

Finally, after another of his attacks had been thwarted, the Six-Eared Macaque leaped back several steps and then planted the Dragon Blood Staff into the ground while he gasped for breath with his mouth wide open.

"Are you done? It's my turn now."

Just as the Six-Eared Macaque relaxed his breath, the young man who had been fending off his attacks suddenly started walking towards him. The Six-Eared Macaque was immediately stricken with horror; was this terrifying young man finally going to take action? Perhaps, today would be the day he would die.

But he wasn't ready to die, not having even met the strongest being of Beiju Luzhou as the legends told. It seemed he had been too naive.

Looking at the young man approaching step by step, the Six-Eared Macaque suddenly felt all the murderous intent and brutality in his heart dissipate. Even the obsession with Eternal Life had diminished a great deal. For a moment, the Six-Eared Macaque entered a strange state of mind.

His heart was so calm. Scenes from his birth to the present began to replay before his eyes. From being an ignorant little monkey at the beginning to now, his hands stained with the blood of countless beings, he had gained a lot along the way, but it seemed he had also lost a lot.

Suddenly, the Six-Eared Macaque's heart trembled fiercely. A beam of light, piercing through the countless covering dark clouds, shone directly upon the heart of the Six-Eared Macaque.

Then a clear and piercing ring of a bell sounded, and the Six-Eared Macaque awoke, only to find himself suddenly at Flower Fruit Mountain!