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

In the heat of the battle, Lion Camel King parried the Golden Cudgel with his broadsword. Suddenly, he felt a heat on his back, followed by a scorching sensation that erupted from his dantian, burning his internal organs as if an invisible karmic fire was burning within him.

He was terrified and hurriedly used his magic to suppress the sudden internal fire.

His movements faltered, revealing his weakness.

The monkey's eyes flashed. Although it didn't understand why, it knew that the opportunity was fleeting and it couldn't afford to miss it. So it immediately swung its club hard, striking the monkey's abdomen.

"Ugh—!" Lion Camel King groaned in pain as his body flew backward.

The attack was as powerful as a mountain collapsing. The Lion Camel King's body shot backward like an arrow released from a bow, crashing heavily to the ground. With a deafening roar, a deep pit split open in the ground of Flower Fruit Mountain, and dust billowed up.

Sun Wukong immediately gave chase, and Ye Feng and the others who were watching the battle from the sky also slowly descended from the clouds.

Smoke and dust filled the fields. Ye Feng raised his hand and casually waved it. A gentle breeze brushed his face, and the gray mist dissipated in an instant.

At the bottom of the pit, the Lion Camel King used his knife to prop himself up slowly. Blood seeped from his lion's snout, his belly armor was shattered, and he was covered in dust, looking utterly wretched.

Wukong stood by the pit, his golden cudgel on his shoulder, and stopped fighting.

Ye Feng said calmly, "The outcome is already decided."

The Lion Camel King suddenly looked up, his anger still burning in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent.

The other demon kings nodded in agreement. Although they regretted the defeat, defeat was defeat, and there was no arguing about it.

A moment later, the Lion Camel King staggered out of the pit. Ye Feng slightly flipped one hand, and a wondrous sight appeared—

The rocks, grass, and trees that had just exploded and scattered seemed to have reversed time, returning to their original positions and embedding themselves back into the pit. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery returned to its original state, as if no battle had taken place.

All the demon kings who witnessed this scene were astonished.

The Roc Demon King's pupils contracted sharply, his expression blank, and his voice trembled slightly: "Such supernatural power... Brother Ye, could it be the legendary 'Manipulating Creation'?"

"Oh?" Ye Feng glanced at him with slight surprise, then asked with a smile, "Brother Peng, you also know this technique?"

Peng Demon King hurriedly waved his hand: "I dare not say I know, I have only heard a little about it."

The way he looked at Ye Feng was different now, with a deep sense of apprehension hidden within.

This is because "Manipulating Creation" is the foremost of the thirty-six great supernatural powers of the Heavenly Gang, capable of reversing the heavens and earth, altering fate and creating things, bringing the dead to life out of thin air. Only those with great magical power and great destiny can cultivate it. In ancient times, when Nuwa created humans from clay, she used this technique.

How did Ye Feng learn it? It's simple.

When the Bodhi Patriarch imparted the Dharma, he listed two paths: the Thirty-Six Transformations and the Seventy-Two Transformations.

At that time, Wukong was greedy and wanted to have everything, so he chose the Seventy-Two Transformations. Although it was also an extraordinary supernatural power, it was ultimately inferior to the Heavenly Gang Orthodox Method.

Ye Feng, however, was even more greedy. He lingered in the Lingtai and refused to leave, insisting on cultivating both techniques simultaneously. Bodhi had no choice but to impart all his knowledge to him, including the Chaos Golden Crow Technique.

However, after studying it for a long time, Ye Feng realized that the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang were infinitely profound, and he had only grasped the basics of "Manipulating Creation," which was not enough to bring people back to life. At present, it could only repair plants, trees, and rocks.

Ye Feng and Peng Demon King exchanged swift replies.

The demon kings on the side were confused, but they were all shocked by that supernatural power and knew that this was no ordinary method.

Subsequently, the nine demon kings, including the Black Bear Spirit, returned to the Water Curtain Cave.

This place was severely damaged due to the previous fierce battle.

Ye Feng cast his spell again, restoring the palaces and trees one by one until the scenery was as before, before returning to the stone table.

The Lion Camel King walked silently with his head down, his face full of regret.

The Bull Demon King and the Flood Dragon Demon King had gloomy expressions.

The three kings, including Peng Demon King, looked on with amusement, as if they were watching a good show.

Ye Feng smiled and looked relaxed, but in the eyes of the Bull Demon King, he looked like a victorious rooster with its head held high, extremely glaring.

The Lion Camel King still doesn't understand why he was defeated, and the other demon kings are equally clueless.

Only Ye Feng knew the truth—that the battle was actually caused by his secret intervention.

It's not that I don't believe in Wukong.

Because the two are too evenly matched, if they were allowed to fight fiercely, even if Wukong were to win in the end, it would take three days.

But he can't afford to wait.

Turning his gaze to the Bull Demon King, Ye Feng's smile faded and his expression turned serious: "Now that we've determined who's superior, Brother Bull, how about we have a friendly spar?"

The Bull Demon King's momentum had weakened compared to before, but how could he back down when challenged in public?

If we admit defeat now, we may never have the chance to win the title again.

Taking a deep breath, the Bull Demon King said in a deep voice, "Very well! Since Brother Ye is in such high spirits, how could I, the old bull, refuse? Please!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards an open space in the distance.

Ye Feng's gaze narrowed slightly as he walked slowly towards her with his hands behind his back.

The remaining seven demon kings held their breath, this battle was far more anticipated than the previous one.

The Bull Demon King has always been regarded as the leader of all demons, and his strength is universally acknowledged as the greatest.

Ye Feng, on the other hand, always kept his abilities hidden.

Although the depth of his realm is unknown, the supernatural powers he revealed only twice with a casual touch are enough to make one's heart tremble.

The two stood facing each other from a distance.

Wukong immediately summoned Marshals Ma and Liu, and Generals Beng and Ba of Huaguo Mountain, ordering them to disperse the monkey troop.

He then ordered four monkey generals to guard the four mountain peaks to prevent the mountains from collapsing; he also used his supernatural powers to create hundreds of incarnations and place them in various key locations to strengthen the foundation of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Upon seeing this, the Peng Demon King, the Yu Rong King, and the Macaque King also used their secret techniques to work together to stabilize the mountain.

The black bear spirit personally guarded the waterfall outside the Water Curtain Cave, spreading his demonic aura to protect this blessed land like a thick barrier.

Once everything was in place, the Bull Demon King clenched his fist, and instantly a black iron rod appeared. It was jet black, gleaming with a cold, eerie light, and exuded a heavy, oppressive aura, as if it could crush mountains.

This staff was obtained by the Bull Demon King from an ancient ruin. It was originally the weapon of an ancient demon god. Although it is an acquired treasure, its power is close to that of an innate spiritual object. In terms of quality, it is no less than the Golden Cudgel. The only thing it lacks is the ability to change shape at will.

The Bull Demon King looked at Ye Feng and said loudly, "Brother Ye, where is your weapon?"

Ye Feng chuckled softly. He possessed countless treasures, but it was not advisable to display them all at this moment.

The Primordial Chaos Heaven-Slaying Sword is too astonishing; if it were to be used rashly, it would appear as an attempt to intimidate others.

He wanted to test the old ox's true abilities; how could he take its life so easily?

After a moment's thought, he reached out and grasped, and a dry bamboo branch quietly fell into his palm.

He brandished the bamboo in his hand: "This is my weapon."

The bamboo was mottled and grayish-yellow, devoid of any spiritual energy, and looked like nothing more than an ordinary withered branch in the mountains.

The Bull Demon King was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter: "Brother Ye, don't tease me! Your bamboo stalk is so weak, it would break into pieces with just one blow from my stick. You'd better get something decent!"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "There's no need to worry. If I am defeated by you because my weapon is inferior, it's simply because I am less skilled. In that case, I will gladly acknowledge you as my elder brother."

The withered bamboo in his hand had an extraordinary origin; it was a gift from Bodhi before his departure. It was a sacred object and should not be underestimated.

Only the monkey scratched his ear and frowned slightly, feeling that the bamboo looked familiar, as if it were the bamboo in the back forest of Fangcun Mountain where he had urinated.

Seeing that Ye Feng was determined to do so, the Bull Demon King said no more, opened his eyes, and his demonic aura soared into the sky.

With one step, the earth rumbled and trembled, and even the reinforced rock layers cracked and crumbled in an instant.

The iron rod, accompanied by wind and thunder, whistled as it slammed down on Ye Feng's head.

Ye Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised the withered bamboo horizontally to meet the attack.

"clang--"

The bamboo sticks collided, and an invisible shockwave swept in all directions like a raging tide, instantly covering the ground with a spiderweb-like pattern and crisscrossing cracks.

The demon kings stared wide-eyed, seeing incredulously that the seemingly fragile withered bamboo had actually withstood the full force of the iron cudgel's blow!

The scene fell into dead silence.

There are only two possibilities: either Ye Feng's strength is unfathomable, far surpassing that of the Bull Demon King, and he can suppress mountains and rivers even with rotten wood; or the withered bamboo itself contains profound mysteries that are beyond their comprehension.

During the brief stalemate, the Bull Demon King suddenly exerted his power, his body swelled up, his muscles coiled like dragons, and his power layered upon layer.

However, Ye Feng stood still, his body motionless, and there was not even the slightest sign of strain on his face.

The Bull Demon King was greatly shocked. He cultivated the "Great Strength Bull Demon Technique," and his innate divine strength was unparalleled among those in the same realm. Even a ferocious demon like the Lion Camel King dared not compete with him in strength.

How could this person accept it so easily?

In a flash, he abruptly withdrew his staff and changed his stance, clenching his right fist tightly, and the world fell silent.

The chirping of insects and birds all disappeared, as if the air had been sucked out, and even sound could no longer travel.

The Demon King opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out.

It turns out that the Bull Demon King's punch condensed the air within a thousand miles around his fist, causing the heavens and earth to suffocate.

Immediately, his eyes widened in anger, and he threw a punch!

Although there was no sound, Ye Feng knew from his expression how fierce the attack was.

This punch was devastating, enough to change the very fabric of the world. Even Ye Feng felt a sense of pressure from it.

"As expected of the Bull Demon King, he really has some tricks up his sleeve." He secretly praised him, feeling not only no fear, but also a surge of fighting spirit.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, clenching his fist and charging straight at the attacker without any intention of dodging.

He's gone mad!

All the demon kings watching the battle shouted in unison in their hearts.

Who would dare to directly confront the Bull Demon King's fist power? That's not a contest, that's suicide!

But in that very instant—BOOM!!!

The two fists collided, and the air that had been building up to its limit exploded with a deafening roar that echoed through the heavens!

Huaguo Mountain shook violently, the earth cracked, and a bottomless ravine rapidly spread from the center of the impact, splitting the entire mountain in two!

Immediately afterwards, a muffled groan was heard.

The Bull Demon King's massive body shot backward like a meteorite, tearing through the sky and crashing into a distant mountain peak!

The mountain trembled violently, and boulders tumbled down like rain before collapsing under the terrifying impact.

The mountain was guarded by Wukong's clones made of monkey hair, and the mountain had already been reinforced. At this moment, they all fled in panic.

Ye Feng gently shook his wrist; his fingertips still felt a little sore and numb.

The way the Demon King Jiao, the Demon King Peng, and the others looked at him had completely changed.

In a direct clash of fists, he actually sent the Bull Demon King flying with a single punch?

Just what kind of monster is Ye Feng?

Only Ye Feng himself knew that what he had just displayed was merely the tip of the iceberg of his true strength.

Even though they live in the same world, as time goes by, the power of low and middle-level beings is constantly declining.

The Bull Demon King now reigns supreme, wielding divine power across the Western Continent of Niuhe, with no one daring to challenge him.

However, if placed in the ancient, primordial era, he would still be far from being a match for it.

At that time, even the Taiyi Golden Immortal could hardly protect himself, his life hanging by a thread.

It was an era of bloodshed and turmoil, where countless ferocious beasts born with extraordinary abilities possessed the power to move mountains and fill seas without needing to cultivate.

Furthermore, because the witch clan rampaged the world, with a violent and warlike nature, and focused on cultivating their physical bodies to the extreme, the demon clan at that time was driven to madness, and they did their best to temper their bodies, emphasizing both magic and physical strength, and daring not to neglect either.

It was under this pressure of life and death that one after another, beings who defied the heavens were born.