Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System
Chapter 213: Easily Suppressed

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Easily Suppressed

The cycle of Six Paths of Reincarnation includes the paths of the gods, humans, Asuras, hell, hungry ghosts, and beasts.

Although the Asura Path is also part of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Asura clan is one of the most mysterious groups in the Three Realms, rarely involving itself in the disputes of all parties in the Three Realms.

Therefore, when Sun Wukong witnessed the strength of the Asura warriors before him, he was quite surprised.

A border-chief alone possessed the strength of a Daluo Golden Immortal.

A random patrol squad’s warriors were no less capable than his own Earthly Fiends of the Heavenly Troops.

How powerful must the entire Asura clan be?

Wukong felt that he should not overlook this formidable force.

Moreover, since the soul of the Jinghe Dragon King was trapped here, it meant the Buddha Sect’s reach had already extended into the Asura Realm.

It was just unknown whether Ancestor Ming He was involved.

At this moment, the white-haired Asura youth had lost his earlier arrogance. He looked at the Monkey King with apprehension and asked once more, "Who exactly are you?"

Sun Wukong glanced at the Yanluo King and others who had just arrived behind him.

The Yanluo King hurried forward, and as the Lord of the Underworld, he was familiar with the powerhouses of the Asura Realm and introduced solemnly, "General Youyu, this is the Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole Sky from the heavens, the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, and also the North Yin Emperor of Fengdu Son of the Yin Heaven."

The white-haired youth was visibly startled and hastily saluted.

"General Youyu?" Wukong looked on with interest and asked, "Now, speak truthfully, why do you detain the soul of the Jinghe Dragon King?"

General Youyu hesitated for a moment, a defiant streak flashing across his brow, but he stated resolutely, "This is an internal matter of the Asura clan. I’m afraid I cannot disclose it."

Sun Wukong admired his defiance and courage, then said, "You need to think this through. This matter could bring great calamity to you and the Asura clan."

No sooner had he spoken than a furious roar erupted.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous here?"

At the same time, a terrifying aura emanated from the depths of the Asura Realm, and three figures hurried towards the location from different directions, arriving in an instant.

The first to arrive was a purple-haired beauty wrapped in black cloth, followed closely by a muscular white-haired woman with a vertical scar on her face, dressed in a wide robe.

Lastly, there was a middle-aged man with a turban on his head and a cold expression, his eyes filled with cruelty.

"Three Quasi-Saints?" Sun Wukong’s eyes sparkled, his surprise growing, and his curiosity about the Asura clan’s strength increased even more.

However, upon reflection, he realized that it was not surprising for the Asura clan to have three Quasi-Saints since they were a powerful group that emerged during the Witch and Demon Era and had resided in one of the Six Paths, remaining uninvolved in disputes, safe and thriving to this day.

The Yanluo King introduced them to Wukong, "Great Emperor, these three are the Abyssal King Vimoksha, the Bitter King Po Zhi, and the Slaughter King Kalaratri."

Afterward, he introduced Sun Wukong’s identity to the three Asura kings.

"Emperor of Fengdu from the Netherworld, why have you breached the Asura Realm?" the Abyssal King asked, her purple hair lending her a somewhat demonic air.

"That’s a question for you. Why detain the Great Dragon God of Rain from the Heavenly Court?" Sun Wukong pointed to the Jinghe Dragon King in a distant cave.

The Bitter King Po Zhi looked to General Youyu and demanded, "What’s going on?"

General Youyu remained silent.

The Abyssal King Vimoksha frowned and with a wave of her hand, a black scarf darted into the distant cave and brought the soul of the Jinghe Dragon King to her presence.

She said to Sun Wukong, "This is a misunderstanding. I hope the Emperor of Fengdu will not take offense."

"You think a mere misunderstanding can be simply settled?" Sun Wukong said, "Since you’re unwilling to speak, then all of you will accompany me to the Heavenly Court to explain yourselves to the Jade Emperor."

"Arrogant!" King Qiaoluo of the Asura Realm sneered coldly, "Do you think we, the Asura Realm, are inferior to the immortals of the Heavenly Court? How dare you suggest we go and face the Jade Emperor?"

Sun Wukong couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this. This was the first time he had seen someone more arrogant than himself, someone who didn’t even regard the celestial Buddhas as worthy opponents.

But amusement aside, he didn’t back down at all. His attitude remained extremely tough, and he immediately took out the Ruyi Jingu Bang, ready for a fight.

The three great Asura Kings all grew grave. Though they rarely engaged in the conflicts of the Three Realms, they were well aware of the major events that had unfolded.

The most talked-about name in recent two hundred years was that of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong.

They knew how Sun Wukong, at the Peach Banquet, had alone broken the grand formation set by the demonic cult, displaying strength at the quasi-saint level, and ultimately foiled the cult’s plan to attack the Heavenly Court.

The reason they knew this so well was because the Demon King Shiva and Demon General Lutuoluo, who had sided with Moluo, once sought refuge in the Blood Sea of the Netherworld under the protection of their Asura ancestor, Ancestor Ming He, and had almost become integrated with the Asura clan over the long years.

In the eyes of many outside forces, the four Demon Kings and four Demon Generals, and other powerhouses of the demonic path, were no different from the Asura clan.

Now facing Sun Wukong’s aggressive approach, the three great Asura Kings knew well the strength of their opponent, yet felt not a hint of fear.

The Asura clan was born for battle, never once retreating!

As for the mistakes made by Yu, they would deal with them in their own way afterwards.

As a battle seemed imminent, the Netherworld King along with the other Netherworld Kings, nether officials, and Yin commanders were all filled with trepidation, hurriedly advising, "Great Emperor, you mustn’t fight, you mustn’t fight!"

Sun Wukong wasn’t about to listen to them. If he couldn’t get answers through questioning, then he’d fight until they talked, adamant about uncovering the hidden connections behind this affair.

"Heh heh, take this strike from your dear Wukong!"

He swung the Ruyi Jingu Bang directly, unleashing the might of a Daluo Golden Immortal and the ferocious power of the Laws of the cudgel, which surged forth. The divine weapon transformed into a gigantic dragon-shaped shadow that swept across the dark red Asura Realm.

His mighty presence was astounding, shocking all corners.

The three great Asura Kings took action simultaneously.

King Pi Mo Zhi Duo Luo, with her purple hair dancing, spread her hands, and the black cloth wrapped tightly around her transformed into countless black scarves, shifting into various shapes to try to entangle Sun Wukong.

At the same time, she grew massively large, revealing nine heads and nine hundred and ninety arms, bursting forth with terrifying power; a single roar from her could shatter the earth.

King Po Zhi also grew towering like a mountain, his huge body emitting fierce poisons. Wherever he went, the weaker beings were reduced to bones.

King Qiaoluo wielded countless mysterious magical treasures, which formed powerful armaments under his control. His hands could also transform into all sorts of weapons, making him unpredictably dangerous.

Sun Wukong clashed with them in an instant. His divine weapon first sent King Pi Mo Zhi Duo Luo flying, who was the strongest. With his Nine Cycle Mystic Power, he had one of the most formidable bodies in all of the Three Realms, and there were probably not many quasi-saints who could match his strength.

Then, using Law of Heaven and Earth, he pressed King Po Zhi into the ground, causing the whole Asura Realm to tremble, leaving behind a huge crater.

The poison from King Po Zhi did no harm to his body at all.

With a thought, Sun Wukong commandeered the Laws of the Dao of Artifacts and the Laws of formation. Ripples of void spread out, and all of King Qiaoluo’s magical treasures changed masters, while the armies fell upon King Qiaoluo himself.

The brief clash left Netherworld King and all the spectators, including all the Asura warriors, in utter shock.

Sun Wukong stood aloft, looking down at everyone, his gaze falling back on the white-haired youth Yu, "Now, would you care to explain who ordered you to imprison the Dragon King of the Jing River?"

The Daluo Golden Immortal of the Asura clan looked up at the figure in golden armor above him, fell silent for a moment, then shook his head.

At that moment, a bloody divine light shot forth from the depths of the Netherworld.

"Who dares to bully the descendants of Ancestor Ming He?"

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