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

His figure swayed slightly, and the Nine-Sun Golden Crow robe suddenly burst forth with intense light.

"Does the brilliance of a firefly dare to rival the scorching sun?"

He chuckled coldly, and nine lifelike golden crows on his robe flapped their wings and soared into the sky.

These golden crows were all formed from the true fire of the sun. With a wave of their claws, a star lord would be engulfed in flames.

Those who escaped quickly only had their physical bodies burned away, while their primordial spirits managed to escape.

Those who moved too slowly had their primordial spirit refined, their body and soul annihilated.

Fortunately, all the Heavenly and Earthly Fiends were listed on the Investiture of the Gods, and their true spirits were immortal. Even if they perished, their souls could be reassembled and they could be reborn. Many of the Twenty-Eight Constellations had already died in battle, but now they had all returned to their positions.

Ye Feng's power was overwhelming, and none of the gods in the Doubu tribe could withstand his onslaught.

Emperor Zhenwu stepped forward, raised his wide sleeves, and a vast power erupted, knocking back all the gods of the Dou Department.

"You are no match for him, retreat at once!"

The situation was urgent, and he was unable to stop his power. Several Earthly Fiends coughed up blood on the spot and were seriously injured and sent flying backward.

The Soap Carved Banner clashed fiercely with the Demon Emperor's Sword once again.

The retreating star lords were all terrified, never expecting that the two had reached such a terrifying level of supernatural power, making it impossible for them to even intervene.

Just as the battle between Emperor Zhenwu and Ye Feng reached its climax, the situation changed again.

The two were locked in a fierce battle, both at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Although Ye Feng had just entered this realm, he had eaten peaches of immortality and drunk elixirs, accumulating enough magical power for three eons, and his strength was already close to the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm.

In addition, he possesses many magical treasures and has cultivated the Chaos Golden Crow Technique, which has given him the power to directly confront Zhenwu.

Every time they clashed, the heavens and earth shattered.

Heavenly soldiers and generals lined up and did their best to stabilize the void for millions of miles.

However, Huaguo Mountain had already shattered and collapsed in the aftermath.

The battle affected the surrounding seas, causing violent tremors even in the deep sea.

The Crystal Palace, stretching for thousands of miles, swayed incessantly, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Undersea volcanoes erupted, and trenches were torn apart, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Ao Guang hastily summoned a million naval troops to form an array and activated the Crystal Palace's protective formation, barely managing to keep the palace safe. He was powerless to protect the rest of the seas.

The seawater sometimes boiled like flames, and sometimes froze like ice. In the alternation of hot and cold, countless aquatic creatures were slaughtered.

A colossal wave, carrying boundless energy, surged forth, creating a tsunami that crashed towards Flower Fruit Mountain; tornadoes shot skyward, transforming into water columns that pierced the heavens and earth. Such a violent spectacle prevented Ao Guang from sending scouts to investigate the battle—

Anyone who steps outside the Crystal Palace's boundaries is immediately crushed by the turbulent currents.

He was deeply shocked, finding it hard to imagine what kind of great battle had taken place on Flower Fruit Mountain that could have reduced the seabed to such a desperate situation.

At this moment, atop Flower Fruit Mountain, Zhenwu and Ye Feng had fought to the point of madness.

Both sides displayed their extraordinary abilities, showcasing the full power of the Great Luo.

Just as the battle reached its most critical moment, a monkey's cry suddenly pierced the sky. Ye Feng and Zhenwu simultaneously turned their heads to look—

A golden-haired monkey wielded its golden cudgel, causing the seven constellations and four star lords to cough up blood and retreat repeatedly.

These are the last seven constellations of the Twenty-Eight Mansions, as well as the Four Star Lords of the Western Dipper.

Of the army that Zhenwu sent to intercept the Monkey King, only they remain.

"This monkey...it actually possesses such fighting power?"

Zhenwu felt a chill run down his spine, and his movements faltered slightly.

How could Ye Feng let such a golden opportunity slip by? He immediately thrust his sword forward!

Zhenwu remained calm and unhurried, unfurling his black eagle flag to easily deflect the killing blow. Then, with a flick of his finger, a hundred bolts of heavenly lightning crashed down from the heavens.

Nine golden crows beside Ye Feng spread their wings to meet him, using fire to control lightning and intercept them all.

In the distance, the monkey repelled the Twenty-Eight Mansions and the Eastern and Western Stars, feeling utterly exhilarated.

He had consumed the Immortal Peach Elixir, granting him immense magical power, enough to challenge the Great Luo Realm.

However, the cultivation method he practiced was personally taught by Bodhi, focusing on the physical body. All his power was used to forge an indestructible body, reaching the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Its combat power far exceeds common sense; ordinary Grand Luo Golden Immortals cannot even scratch it. When wielding the Golden Cudgel, it is invincible, like a god of war descending to earth.

For this reason, none of the stars and constellations could rival it.

The Four Heavenly Kings had sensed something was wrong and had already fled into the heavenly army formation to avoid disaster.

At this moment, the monkey's eyes flashed like lightning as it scanned the battlefield, instantly spotting Ye Feng and Zhenwu locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Higher up, the Golden Crow and the Black Tortoise clashed fiercely, shattering the sky and annihilating all things.

Without hesitation, he somersaulted over, raised his golden cudgel high overhead, and roared—

"True Martial Emperor, take this from my old Sun Wukong's staff!"

This attack was incredibly swift, sending sand and stones flying and the wind howling; even a Great Luo Golden Immortal was shaken by it.

Zhenwu glanced down indifferently, still engaged in a fierce battle with Ye Feng, but his expression remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

Just as the golden cudgel was about to fall, a ray of light suddenly split open in the sky, and a five-colored auspicious cloud appeared in the void. In an instant, a giant hand pressed down from the cloud, so large that it seemed as if the entire sky was collapsing.

The palm print enveloped the heavens and earth, causing the wind and clouds to change color and thunder to surge, containing the Great Luo Daoist essence capable of shattering the universe and annihilating all laws.

Even the monkey felt a sudden sense of alarm, roared repeatedly, and quickly turned its divine weapon to meet the attack.

With a deafening roar, the golden cudgel collided violently with the palm print.

The heavens and earth darkened, and the aftershocks swept across the vast wilderness, causing more than ten thousand mountain peaks at the foot of Flower Fruit Mountain to collapse and turn into dust.

The monkey moved with lightning speed, piercing through the palm print and forcefully defeating it.

Without hesitation, he locked his gaze on the figure in the clouds, and with a light touch of his toes, he soared into the air.

Above the colorful clouds stood a Taoist figure, wearing a crimson robe embroidered with golden source patterns—it was none other than the Mysterious Altar True Lord Zhao Gongming.

Seeing the monkey head charging at him, Zhao Gongming remained calm and smiled as he said, "The Great Sage is indeed remarkable."

The monkey wouldn't say a word to him and immediately raised its stick to smash him.

Zhao Gongming remained unperturbed, merely clenching his fists and, without taking out any magical weapons, met the attack with his bare hands.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing reverberated through the void, and an invisible ripple spread outwards, silencing all things.

Zhao Gongming gave a light snort, and his figure flew backward from the sky like a meteor, plunging into the depths of the East China Sea with a splash, stirring up a thousand-foot-high raging wave.

The monkey scratched behind his ear, looked down at the golden cudgel in his hand, and looked at it with suspicion.

I didn't even feel the slightest bit of force from the opponent's attack just now.

Could it be... that I, Old Sun, have now reached such a level of strength that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot withstand a single punch?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grin foolishly, and then stared at the Zhenwu Emperor in the distance.

Zhenwu's eyes twitched slightly, and as he glanced at the person out of the corner of his eye, his eyelids twitched slightly.

This Zhao Gongming is truly unbecoming.

But then the monkey roared again and attacked once more with the force of wind and thunder.

Zhenwu snorted coldly, using his black eagle flag to parry Ye Feng's sword. With a flick of his left hand, dozens of talismans flew out, expanding in the wind and instantly transforming into hundreds of golden-armored generals, wielding weapons, who surrounded and attacked Ye Feng.

This is "Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers" from the Thirty-Six Methods of the Heavenly Gang. All the talismans used have been refined, and each divine general possesses extraordinary combat power. They respond to each other and can form battle formations, making them truly elite troops of the Taoist sect.

Ye Feng lightly spun the Demon Emperor Sword in his hand, causing sword flowers to bloom and hundreds of sword energies to burst forth like the sun, instantly severing the heads of the generals.

Even after their heads were separated from their bodies, the golden-armored generals did not stop and continued to advance, brandishing their weapons.

A strange light emanated from the wound, slowly suppressing the solar fire attached to the sword energy and slowing down its burning speed.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Zhenwu turned to face the monkey.

He didn't use any supernatural powers or magical weapons; instead, like Zhao Gongming, he clenched his left fist and unleashed a powerful punch.

The monkey was overjoyed—it had just knocked down a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, and now someone else dared to take its blow head-on with their bare body? It immediately added three more points of strength.

when!

A deafening explosion shook the universe; the space where the battle took place shattered, and the void collapsed.

The monkey trembled violently, feeling as if it had been struck by a club on Mount Kunlun, and a vast force of recoil surged forth.

With a scream, he was sent flying backward, like a black shadow slicing through the sky, crashing into the sea and creating a towering wave.

Hundreds of miles away, Zhao Gongming poked his head out of the sea and saw that the monkey had also fallen into the water in a sorry state. He couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

He immediately realized that this action was unbecoming of his dignity, so he coughed twice, straightened his face, and a beam of light rose up, heading straight back to the Heavenly Soldiers' Formation.

At this moment, Ye Feng had already annihilated all one hundred golden-armored generals and was once again charging towards Zhenwu.

Zhenwu feinted several moves, then withdrew, the auspicious clouds above his head reappearing, and the tortoise-snake Dharma form returned to his body.

"Sound the retreat!"

At a command, a clear and melodious golden bell resounded throughout the heavens.

Li Jing, who had been waiting in formation, immediately responded.

Below, tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers led by Nezha began an orderly retreat.

Although a ceasefire had been reached, they remained stationed within the territory of Huaguo Mountain and had not returned.

As Zhenwu retracted his Dharma form, Ye Feng's Golden Crow Dharma form seized the opportunity to press forward, spreading its wings and pecking at Zhenwu's crown.

Zhenwu was slightly annoyed, put away the black flag, and clenched his fists together.

With a single punch, he unleashed a force that seemed to manifest the Great Dao, possessing the power to suppress the Three Realms.

Wherever the fist struck, Ye Feng's Golden Crow Dharma Image shattered on the spot, scattering into countless true solar flames that burned the void.

True Martial Demon-Suppressing Fist!

Then, Zhenwu leaped up and soared into the sky, returning to the ranks of the heavenly soldiers.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to wave his sleeve, and the Spirit Serpent Sword and the Demon Refining Pillar immediately rose into the air from Flower Fruit Mountain and were put into his sleeve.

The Heavenly Court's withdrawal was orderly, with the front, middle, and rear armies taking turns to cover the retreat, leaving no loopholes.

Ye Feng did not pursue. He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a scene of auspicious clouds appeared above his head. The shattered Golden Crow Dharma Image re-condensed within the auspicious clouds.

Despite his fierce battles with Zhenwu, he clearly sensed that his opponent still had some strength left.

Isn't he the same way?

He silently recited the incantation, retrieved the lost golden cymbal, and rode the cloud back to Flower Fruit Mountain.

Looking around, the once beautiful landscape has collapsed, the mountains are broken, the earth is cracked, and the scene is full of devastation.

This place was originally a vast island, as expansive as a miniature continent, but in essence, it was still an island isolated overseas.

Now the island has crumbled into more than ten fragments, the mountains have collapsed, and the landscape is devastated and broken.

He did not use any magical means to repair it—after all, the war with the Heavenly Court was not yet over, and even if it were restored now, it might be destroyed again in the next battle.

It would be better to conserve our magical power and leave room for future conquests.

The clouds below stirred, and the Black Bear Spirit appeared, leading the Four Monkey Generals and the Demon Kings of the Seventy-Two Caves, shouting in unison to welcome their return.

In their eyes, this was another resounding victory.

Ye Feng landed with a smile on the summit of Flower Fruit Mountain. In the distance, the waves surged, and a figure soared into the sky from the waves—it was the monkey returning.

His face was gloomy, clearly indicating that the final blow from the True Martial Emperor had left him quite frustrated.

However, this monkey was naturally unrestrained and easygoing. In the blink of an eye, the four monkey generals stepped forward to flatter him, praising his invincible divine power. He immediately beamed with joy and forgot all about the humiliation of the punch he had just received.

Then, disregarding the shattered mountain and the fact that the heavenly soldiers had not yet retreated, he waved his hand with boundless pride and said:

"My children, let's prepare a victory feast! This great victory deserves a feast to be had, and we shall drink until we drop!"

Seeing this, Ye Feng helplessly flicked his forehead and sighed inwardly.

With such a carefree and heartless nature, he was able to fight his way all the way to the Tongming Palace after escaping from the Eight Trigrams Furnace in the original story—the Heavenly Court must have been flooded with water from all thirty-three heavens back then.

He looked up at the sky and saw that the heavenly soldiers had retreated back to their camp and re-established their patrols, their eyes always fixed on the direction of Flower Fruit Mountain, never letting their guard down.

Before long, a banquet was set up on Flower Fruit Mountain, and all the demons took their seats, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.

Last time at the Peach Banquet, all the remaining Immortal Wine was taken out, and we drank and celebrated to our hearts' content, having a wonderful time.

The Black Bear Spirit and the other demon kings raised their cups to toast Ye Feng, but he politely declined.

After this battle, he had a preliminary understanding of the True Martial Emperor.

This man was extremely arrogant and acted according to a set plan. His intention in provoking this battle was to capture the leader first, but unfortunately, he misjudged the true strength of himself and the monkey, which led to his defeat.

The next time it happens, it probably won't be so easy.

His gaze shifted slightly and landed on the monkey.

He was seen toasting and drinking, accepting all drinks offered, and soon he was already tipsy.

Ye Feng rolled his eyes, thinking to himself: If I really can't hold on any longer, I might as well sell this carefree monkey for some benefits.