The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1338

Chapter 1338: Chapter 1335: Battle with Erlang Shen Chapter 1338: Chapter 1335: Battle with Erlang Shen “I have no interest in idle chatter with you! If you know what's good for you today, you will lead your people away obediently; otherwise, even if you manage to escape from under my stick today, I will certainly lead the disciples of Flower Fruit Mountain to invade your Pansi Cave someday and annihilate every last one of you,” Sun Wukong said with a cold laugh, warning her.

“Oh my, such bloody talk from the Victorious Fighting Buddha is really scary. If it were only us from Pansi Cave, we wouldn't dare trouble Mount Fangcun alone, but if we just leave, how can we explain it to Lion Camel Ridge and Lingbo City?” Flower Ten Women feigned difficulty in response.

“Hmph! Don't think you can pressure me with Lion Camel Ridge and Lingbo City; which one have I not fought against already? If anything truly happens to my Master today, then prepare yourselves for an endless feud with me,” Sun Wukong glared as he spoke, giving Flower Ten Women a glance before sweeping his gaze to the void on the other side.

There, amidst the flickering silver light in the void, the figure of a tall young man emerged.

He was quite extraordinary in appearance, clad in a Coiled Dragon Cloud Pattern Armor, with a White Jade Dragon Crown on his head, the Three-pointed Two-edged Knife in hand, and the Spirit Rhinoceros Moon-Viewing Bow hanging at his waist. His handsome face was full of energy, his features brimming with spiritedness, and between his eyebrows was a deep jujube-red mark, inlaid with a vertical stripe of golden light.

The person was none other than Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, and at his feet crouched a large, glistening black dog – the Roaring Sky Dog.

The presence of the man and dog was immensely powerful, chilling to those who beheld it.

“Sun Wukong, go back. This matter is not for you to involve yourself in,” Yang Jian said, opening his mouth to speak.

His position was elevated, giving a sense of looking down from above, imbued with a sort of commanding tone.

“Yang Jian, after all these years, how come you still haven't shed that haughty demeanor of yours? That's what I've despised most about you since that year,” Sun Wukong frowned and replied.

“Mount Fangcun has trespassed for many years and is doomed to face this retribution. Even if you intervene, you won't change anything,” Yang Jian said emotionlessly.

“Enough talk, are you going to come at me one by one, or all together?” Sun Wukong asked impatiently, digging in his ear.

“Even after achieving Buddhahood, you remain stubbornly deluded,” Yang Jian shook his head and sighed.

With that, he swooped down, his palm grasping in the void, and instantaneously, the Three-pointed Two-edged Knife appeared, tracing a snow-white arc in the air as it cleaved downward towards Sun Wukong.

“Soul Settler.”

A loud shout rang out from his mouth as a ghostly blue mana surged from his body into the blade, instantly tearing the void open with cracks, turning into several vertical wave beams heading straight for Sun Wukong's head.

The latter nonchalantly pulled out a finger from his ear, bringing with it a streak of golden light that suddenly extended into a golden staff, which he swung single-armed towards the attack from above.

“Whoosh,”

A gust of wind blew fiercely, with the force of thunder.

With a “boom,” the golden cudgel shone brightly in midair, instantly smashing all the light beams.

Before the rifts in the void could close, a figure had already risen into the sky, moving as fast as lightning, and in an instant appeared before Yang Jian.

“Take this stick from your dear Wukong!”

As he shouted, the golden cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand turned rapidly in the void like a full moon and swept towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's brow furrowed, sensing that Sun Wukong's strength seemed to have improved once more.

He quickly raised his knife to block but was pushed back a hundred feet by this tremendous force before he could regain his footing.

On the other side, Roaring Sky Dog, seeing his master at a disadvantage, let out a ferocious bark, his body instantly swelling a hundredfold, transforming into a huge, pitch-black beast towering tens of feet tall, ready to pounce on Sun Wukong.

The two Demon Monkeys naturally couldn't allow the intrusion and swiftly twisted their forms, displaying the power of the “Method of Heaven and Earth”: they transformed into two titan apes, effectively blocking the ferocious Roaring Sky Dog.

On the other side, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian had once again engaged in battle, both of their speeds reaching the extreme. In the void, only remnants of their afterimages could be seen flashing back and forth, and with the constant clashing of their weapons, a series of golden sparks scattered about.

“Teng Lei,” suddenly, Yang Jian thundered out loud.

As his form twisted, an awe-inspiring purple lightning burst forth from his body, emitting from all around him and condensing into eight thick, purple and black thunder snakes, charging straight towards Sun Wukong.

“How dare these measly Teng snakes act up? Watch me, Panlong Mie Fa!” chuckled Sun Wukong mirthfully.

Upon finishing his taunt, he radiated a thick golden light, and eight golden dragons leapt up from the ethereal light behind him, colliding head-on with the eight black thunder snakes.

“Boom boom boom!”

A storm of wild thunder roared as the golden light and the dark purple thunder mixed, transforming into countless gold-and-lightning serpents, shooting off in all directions.

Amidst the electric light, the figure of Sun Wukong, shimmering with golden radiance, dashed through the exploding electricity, and in the moment of his emergence, he multiplied into hundreds of doppelgangers, each wielding a Golden Cudgel and unleashing the “Splashy Chaotic Stick,” swinging countless stick shadows.

A dense thicket of doppelganger golden silhouettes from all directions assaulted Yang Jian, with some substantial and some illusory, their stick shadows crisscrossing and dazzling to the eye.

Yang Jian's eyes moved quickly, struggling for a time to discern the real from the fake. He knit his brow, then with one hand he made a mark on his forehead, from which the jujube-red seal in the center of his forehead suddenly emitted a blinding golden light.

A golden vertical eye emerged, and as he furrowed his brow, beams of golden light burst forth, bombarding the gathering doppelgangers of Sun Wukong nearby.

Accompanied by the continuous shooting of golden light, the doppelgangers in the void shattered like bubbles in a dream.

However, there were simply too many of Sun Wukong's doppelganger golden images, and even as Yang Jian struck them relentlessly, the disappearing doppelgangers were but a drop in the ocean compared to the increasingly narrowing golden encirclement.

Seeing the doppelganger golden silhouettes in the void re-converge from their dispersed state, and the force accumulating within them growing ever stronger, Yang Jian's space for maneuver was squeezed tighter and tighter.

His vertical eye in the middle of his forehead finally could not keep up, closing subconsciously after shooting out dozens of golden beams.

“Now is the time.”

In an instant, all of Sun Wukong's doppelganger golden images converged in front of him; dozens of golden staffs, each containing immense power, swung from various angles towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's heart tightened, and with the Three-pointed Two-edged Knife in his hand, he swept across in an attempt to push Sun Wukong back.

But two staffs crossed and caught the blade's edge, with layers of golden light weaving outwards, rendering him immobile, while the rest of the staffs, wrapped in destructive force, came smashing down.

In the critical moment, countless glimmers suddenly lit up the void, and a tightly-woven silver-white net unexpectedly appeared, swooping from below to enclose Sun Wukong's doppelgangers.

Sun Wukong paid no mind to the net and continued his assault on Yang Jian.

Meanwhile, another crystalline strand reached down from above, latched onto Yang Jian's body, and pulled him out of the encirclement of Sun Wukong's doppelgangers in the nick of time.

Sun Wukong's doppelgangers attempted to intervene, but the surrounding silver-white crystalline net had already closed in, ensnaring them all at once.

Within the spider web, a burst of golden light flapped rapidly, and one after another, Sun Wukong's doppelgangers disappeared until their true form re-emerged.

He looked up at Flower Ten Women, who had suddenly intervened from above; a flash of rage swept across his eyes and was quickly extinguished, for his heart was burdened with the safety of Bodhi Ancestor, and naturally, he did not wish to squander too much time here.