Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

Peng Demon King watched coldly, a slight smile creeping onto his lips, a sudden respect rising in his eyes for Ye Feng:

"Well said! Our demon race has always respected the strong. When have we ever talked about any order of age? Such rules are not something we should follow!"

The Bull Demon King gritted his teeth in anger. He had thought the matter was a foregone conclusion, but it had been disrupted. Enraged, he slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"Very well! Since that's the case, then let's follow the old rules of the demon race—might makes right! Anyone who disagrees, dare to challenge me, the Mighty Bull Demon King of the West?"

The roar shook the dome of the sky.

However, the kings remained silent, and no one responded.

The title "Western Mighty Bull Demon King" is well-deserved. Everyone knows they are still a step behind him, and even those who are confident they can handle him are unwilling to be the first to stick their neck out and invite trouble.

Seeing this, Ye Feng smiled slightly and said leisurely, "Old Niu, what's the rush? It's a joyous occasion for the brothers to gather together. The strong are respected, which is an old rule of the demon race. If you put on this show, with swords flashing and shadows flying, aren't you just ruining our friendship for no reason?"

Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King was so enraged he nearly blew smoke from his seven orifices. You were the one who shouted "ranking by merit" earlier, and now you're the one pretending to be magnanimous and playing peacemaker—when did such a shameless scoundrel emerge from the demon race?

Ye Feng ignored his expression and continued slowly, "Furthermore, today's gathering is a grand event for the nine of us. If you and I start fighting first, where will the other brothers stand? It's better to determine their ranking first, and then we can discuss who is superior, Wukong—"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes had already subtly shifted towards the monkey.

Wukong, being incredibly clever, immediately understood. He somersaulted several meters away, landing on an open space in the distance, grinning and saying, "I, Old Sun, am itching for a fight! I don't want to sit at the bottom! Who wants to spar with me?"

This move, seemingly casual, actually contains a hidden strategy.

Even while drinking, Ye Feng had already clearly grasped the situation.

Only the Lion Camel King and the Flood Dragon King truly united with the Bull Demon King; the other three demon kings remained ambiguous, observing from the sidelines; while he himself, Wukong, and the Black Bear Spirit formed their own faction.

The nine demons gathered, appearing harmonious on the surface, but in reality, three forces were secretly at work.

He had Wukong challenge them, ostensibly to determine the seating order, but in reality, it was an attack on the Bull Demon King's faction.

If Wukong wins, he will publicly humiliate the Bull Demon King, and even with his great power, he will find it difficult to suppress him again.

Sure enough, the Bull Demon King and his companion exchanged glances. After a moment, the Lion Camel King stood up and said, "In that case, I will ask Brother Wukong for some pointers."

Wukong chuckled and said, "That suits me perfectly, that suits me perfectly."

The Lion Camel King stepped forward, standing a hundred meters away from Wukong. He clenched his fist, and a large, gleaming sword appeared in his hand. The sword was double-edged, tapering at the tip, with a round bell encircling the blade, exuding an ancient and sinister aura; it was clearly a rare and powerful weapon.

The Lion Camel King, sword drawn, took a deep breath and called out loudly, "Monkey King, where is your weapon?"

Wukong smiled, reached into his ear, took out a golden needle as thin as a hair, gently blew on it, and shouted, "Big!"

In an instant, a dragon's roar resounded across the land, and the golden cudgel swelled in the wind, falling into his palm, its length and thickness just right.

"What a treasure!" Peng Demon King exclaimed in admiration upon seeing it from afar.

The other demon kings also nodded in agreement.

The Lion Camel King's pupils contracted, and he said in a deep voice, "As expected, it lives up to its reputation—be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, covering a hundred meters in an instant, and slashed down with the force of a thousand pounds!

Boom—!

The clear sky suddenly changed, thunder roared, a fierce wind swept through, dark clouds covered the sun, and the entire mountain range was shrouded in gloom.

Wukong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted, "Well done!"

The golden cudgel was thrust out horizontally, directly meeting the blade.

clang--!

The clash of metal produced a deafening roar, and shockwaves surged like a tidal wave. Centered on the point of impact, the earth cracked and collapsed, forming a ring of deep craters that stretched for tens of feet.

"This Lion Camel King actually possesses such divine power that he can suppress the Monkey King?" The Black Bear Spirit watched the battle from afar, his heart trembling.

He had lingered on Flower Fruit Mountain for many days and had even sparred with Wukong, knowing full well that Wukong's strength was enough to uproot mountains and far surpassed that of ordinary demons. Yet now he had been forced to this point, which showed that his opponent was no ordinary foe.

The two demons in the arena had long forgotten their surroundings, their eyes fixed only on each other.

As the golden cudgel was slowly pressed down, Wukong roared, his muscles bulged, and with a sudden burst of strength, he actually pushed the heavy blade back!

Lion Camel King had not expected the opponent to be so powerful, and his foot slipped, almost causing him to lose his balance.

How could Wukong allow him to catch his breath? He swung his golden cudgel, the shadows of the cudgel raining down like a storm!

The Lion Camel King wielded his sword like a wheel, desperately trying to defend himself.

In an instant, sand and stones flew, and the world changed color. This was a true battle between Taiyi Golden Immortals. As long as the Golden Immortals were immortal, every move they made could shake the heavens and the earth.

Each collision was like a thunderous explosion, shaking the mountains and rivers.

Wukong's movements were unpredictable, and having received Bodhi's true teachings, he could transform in countless ways. The golden cudgel was as easy to wield as an arm, and countless shadows of the cudgel filled the sky.

However, the Lion Camel King was no ordinary person either. His swordsmanship was meticulous and watertight, and he managed to completely block all the countless shadows of the staff.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than fifty blows, and the outcome was still undecided.

Suddenly, the Lion Camel King seized an opening and launched a fierce attack! His longsword tore through the void, striking precisely amidst a flurry of staff shadows—

In an instant, the world lost its color, as if all light had been swallowed up by that single blade.

Wukong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body moved like lightning, dodging to the side at the last second.

boom--!

In the distance, a mountain peak snapped off with a sharp, clean cut!

In that split second, Wukong used the momentum to leap up, raised his golden cudgel high above his head, and smashed it down angrily!

Rumble—!

The heavens and earth trembled, and the mountains seemed about to collapse!

The Lion Camel King stomped the ground, attempting to dodge—

boom!!!

The ground collapsed with a deafening roar. Where the golden cudgel struck, the earth tore apart like paper, and a bottomless canyon suddenly appeared, winding its way to the sea. The seawater surged skyward, the giant waves splitting into two, soaring upwards in a terrifying spectacle.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the Lion Camel King was nowhere to be seen.

The Monkey King reacted extremely quickly, almost instantly raising his head the moment he sensed something amiss. He saw the Lion Camel King leap into the air, his arm clenching in mid-air, his palm reaching out to grab at something in the distance.

Boom—!

The sky suddenly darkened; this time it wasn't an illusion, but a real darkness descending. A towering mountain peak sped towards them from the horizon, seemingly moved there by its immense power.

The monkeys in Flower Fruit Mountain were immediately thrown into panic, screams rose and fell, and chaos ensued.

The six demon kings who came to the meeting were all outstanding members of the demon race in this era.

When Sun Wukong first wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Court and proclaimed himself "Great Sage Equal to Heaven," these six also successively called themselves "Great Sages," each establishing their own titles to demonstrate their extraordinary status.

Among them, the Lion Camel King called himself "The Great Sage Who Moved Mountains".

The two characters "Move Mountain" are both an honorific title and a supernatural power.

This technique originates from "Moving Mountains and Filling Seas," one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Divine Arts, and belongs to the category of ancient great supernatural powers.

However, the Lion Camel King did not receive the complete set of Heavenly Dipper Transformations. By chance, he obtained a fragment of the scroll and learned only the art of numerology.

And this "art of moving mountains" was precisely the skill he was most proficient in.

At this moment, he used this technique to summon a fairy mountain from overseas, which covered the clouds and sun, with an abyss-like aura, as if the world were collapsing.

If it were to actually crash down, the area around the Water Curtain Cave would likely be reduced to ruins, and countless lives would be lost.

Even the demon kings watching from the sidelines couldn't help but change color; such power was almost capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Just then, Ye Feng gave a soft shout and slowly raised one hand.

In an instant, golden light shone in his palm, pure and radiant, the purest and most righteous celestial light.

The light shone out, splitting into countless forms, two becoming four, four becoming eight, all of which entered the bodies of the lesser demons in Flower Fruit Mountain.

In an instant, the demons' bodies glowed with golden light, forming a protective shield that was completely enveloped by Ye Feng's magic power. Even the aftershocks could not harm them in the slightest.

This seemingly casual move sent shockwaves through the hearts of all the demon kings present.

They were no ordinary people, and naturally understood how difficult it was to master such techniques.

Even the Bull Demon King couldn't help but look serious, realizing that he couldn't possibly handle something so effortlessly.

Unbeknownst to anyone, amidst the dazzling golden light, there was a faint, almost imperceptible golden flame. It silently moved, transforming into a golden crow the size of an ant. As everyone's vision was distracted by the intense light, it suddenly soared into the sky, silently entering the Lion Camel King's body and disappearing in an instant.

At the same time, the Lion Camel King had already hurled the giant peak down, like a meteor falling to earth, crashing into the heart of Flower Fruit Mountain with earth-shattering force.

The monkey stood below, its face solemn.

The next instant, he roared to the sky, his voice like thunder, and his body suddenly swelled up, as if an ancient raging ape had been resurrected.

In the blink of an eye, his body swelled to a height of a thousand feet, towering into the sky and transforming into his true form. The golden cudgel in his hand also enlarged accordingly, sweeping out to meet the overwhelming mountain.

"The Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth?" Peng Demon King murmured, his tone full of astonishment.

Whether it was Ye Feng's method of protecting all living beings just now, or the supreme divine power that the monkey was displaying at this moment, both of them shook his mind.

It should be known that "Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth" is an authentic Xuanmen secret technique among the Seventy-Two Transformations of Earthly Fiends, which ordinary demons have no chance to see.

Even a powerful demon like the Lion Camel King, whose cultivation was extraordinary, only managed to learn the Heavenly Dipper Numerology by sheer luck.

It seems that this Monkey King and Ye Feng are far beyond the level of wandering cultivators in the mountains; they must have unfathomable origins behind them.

Peng Demon King pondered to himself, reassessing the importance of the two.

But in reality, it wasn't just the two of them. Among all the demons present, including himself, how many were truly rootless and adrift? Which one wasn't backed by a powerful figure, with far-reaching connections?

In the blink of an eye, the monkey's golden cudgel had struck the mountain heavily.

The golden monkey wields its staff, shattering the heavens and clearing away the dust that blankets the vast sky.

With that single strike, heaven and earth fell silent, the void seemed to crack, and the entire Flower Fruit Mountain shook with a deafening roar.

The waves of the four seas surged skyward, and the towering mountain was shattered by a single blow, turning into countless fragments of rock that poured down like a torrential rain.

Lion Camel King's expression froze slightly, clearly not expecting that his opponent could break his mountain-moving technique head-on.

How could the monkey let the opportunity slip by? With a stomp of its foot, it withdrew its Dharma form, restored its original shape, and once again swung its club to launch a surprise attack.

Lion Camel King hastily regained his senses and resumed his battle with the enemy in the air.

Not only were the lesser demons below mesmerized, but even the Black Bear Spirit, a demon king who had reached the pinnacle of the Celestial Immortal realm, was speechless with astonishment.

Only then did he realize that when he sparred with Sun Wukong in the past, his opponent had clearly held back his strength.

Otherwise, given his own strength, he would inevitably be defeated within a hundred moves.

The two kings clashed with lightning speed, and fifty rounds passed in the blink of an eye. They fought from the clouds to the mountain peak, and then leaped into the deep valleys, displaying their supernatural powers in unpredictable and ever-changing ways.

The other demon kings had already taken to the clouds, rising to a higher vantage point to follow closely behind.

The battle remains deadlocked, with no clear winner.