Journey to the West: Tang Monk Conquers Everything-Chapter 461: Sky-Overflowing Sword Qi

At the North Sea, atop the Nameless Deserted Island, Kunpeng raised his head and gazed at the golden figure streaking across the sky, his expression complex.

For a moment, he seemed to see the two Three-legged Golden Crows that had once suppressed half of the Primordial Continent during the Ancient Desolation.

However, compared with the Golden Crows of the past that had suppressed half of the Primordial, this one appeared significantly weaker.

The golden figure in the sky was also a Three-legged Golden Crow, and after crossing the heavens, it too landed on the Nameless Deserted Island at the North Sea, transforming into human form. This Three-legged Golden Crow was none other than Master Wuchao.

Yet, unlike his previous compassionate and benevolent appearance before Jiang Liu, Master Wuchao was now holding a gourd in his hand, radiating an aura of sternness.

"It has been a long time!" Kunpeng said with a complex expression as he looked at Master Wuchao descending before him, before he took the initiative to greet him.

Gazing at Master Wuchao, expressions of guilt, joy, and awkwardness appeared on Kunpeng's face.

"Hmm, it's been many years since you've shown up, indeed it has been a very long time. Since that great calamity day, you have been hiding, letting no one know your whereabouts!" Compared to the complexity in Kunpeng's eyes, Master Wuchao's gaze was much purer, primarily filled with anger.

"Hear my explanation!"

Hearing Master Wuchao bring up the great calamity involving the Witch and Demon Clans, Kunpeng's expression subtly changed, and he hurriedly said, "That great calamity involving the Witch and Demon Clans was something decreed by the Heavenly Dao, both clans were destined to be wounded and fall. I, even if I had participated in that battle, the result wouldn't have changed in the end!"

Kunpeng's words silenced Master Wuchao. Although reluctant to admit it, he had to acknowledge the reason in Kunpeng's words.

The calamity involving the Witch and Demon Clans was an inevitability decreed by the Heavenly Dao. When the final battle between the Witch and Demon Clans took place, Kunpeng, as a Demon Master, turned into a deserter, earning the deep hatred of countless members of the Demon Clan.

But now, after so many millennia had passed, upon reflection, even if Kunpeng had not fled and participated in the ultimate battle, the actual outcome would still have been the same.

But, understanding this rationally was one thing, forgiving Kunpeng emotionally was another matter entirely.

"As a master of the Demon Clan, yet you betrayed the entire clan!" Master Wuchao's gaze fell on Kunpeng as he spoke.

With that accusation, he essentially threw a massive label.

"I!" Faced with the grave accusation of betraying the entire Demon Clan, Kunpeng was reluctant to accept it. However, as he opened his mouth to retort, he realized he simply had no grounds to dispute it.

After all, what he had done was indeed a fact.

"So, what are you planning to do next? Surely, you aren't thinking of executing me, are you?" Since the conversation had reached this point, it was impossible to coexist peacefully any longer, and Kunpeng's expression darkened as he earnestly looked at Master Wuchao.

"Since you betrayed the entire Demon Clan, naturally, you should bear the appropriate guilt!" Master Wuchao's piercing eyes fixed on Kunpeng as he spoke.

"Crown Prince, although you possess outstanding talent and have accumulated scarce destiny of our clan, reaching the Quasi-Saint Realm, don't forget, my Cultivation Level is still much higher than yours! You are no match for me!" Kunpeng shook his head at Master Wuchao, confident in his demeanor.

"Indeed, your Cultivation Level is much higher than mine! But do not forget, you are injured now!" Master Wuchao's expression remained unchanged, still seriously staring at Kunpeng.

"If I am not mistaken, Crown Prince, you are also injured, aren't you? We are both injured, and my Cultivation Level is higher than yours. Are you really confident you can defeat me?" Kunpeng countered Master Wuchao's stare with confident composure.

They were both injured, yet his Cultivation Level was at the Peak of Quasi-Saint, making Kunpeng naturally confident!

"Let's find out then!" Since things had escalated to this point, there was no meaning in further discussion. The gourd in Master Wuchao's hand suddenly shone brightly, and a sharp essence effervesced from it.

Master Wuchao immediately unleashed his killing move, paying respect to the essence surging from the gourd, saying, "Please turn, my treasure!"

Whoosh!

As Master Wuchao moved, the sharp essence in the gourd turned.

Seeing this, Kunpeng retreated with a shocked expression.

Although he hadn't walked the Primordial Continent in many years, as someone with a Cultivation Level at the Peak of Quasi-Saint, Kunpeng's vision was still impeccable, allowing him to keenly sense the formidable power of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

With a pffft! Despite maneuvering all his power to defend, an instant wound appeared on Kunpeng's chest, and blood spurting from it exposed the bone, causing him utter shock.

Luckily, he had noticed something amiss when he first retreated and had dodged swiftly. Otherwise, had that mysterious attack truly hit his neck, perhaps his head would have been severed?

Seeing that the attack from the Immortal-Slaying Gourd was effective but had been dodged by Kunpeng, a slight frown crossed Master Wuchao's brow.

Suddenly, with a press of his hand, the golden True Sun Fire appeared, forming a massive fireball that smashed down towards Kunpeng.

The scene resembled nothing less than a sun plummeting directly down.

Watching the descent of the sun transformed into scorching sunlight, Kunpeng's eyes slightly narrowed as he raised his hand upward.

Following his motion, the waters of the North Sea were lifted directly, instantly coming into contact with the True Sun Fire.

The collision of fire and water under the high temperature instantly vaporized the seawater, turning it into endless thick fog, enveloping thousands of miles around.

If someone were to look down from high above, they would see the azure North Sea now largely enshrouded in dense fog.

The might of the Quasi-Saint, terrifying as such.

Although it was a thick fog, for those at the Quasi-Saint Level like Zen Master Wuchao and Kunpeng, this fog naturally could not obstruct their Spirit Perception.

Zen Master Wuchao controlled the True Sun Fire with one hand and the sharp aura of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd with the other, launching a dual attack towards Kunpeng.

Kunpeng, after all, was seriously injured, and under the attack of Zen Master Wuchao, he was forced to retreat step by step, his situation becoming increasingly critical.

"Crown Prince, after fighting for so long, you should have calmed down by now, right? If you continue, don't blame me for not being polite!" After a moment of retreating, Kunpeng seemed to have lost his patience and shouted at Zen Master Wuchao.

However, Zen Master Wuchao did not respond to Kunpeng's words, appearing as if he had not heard them, and simultaneously, pressed his hand downward.

Another vast swath of True Sun Fire was flung out, responding to Kunpeng's words with his actions.

Frowning slightly, seeing that Zen Master Wuchao was completely ungracious in his attack, Kunpeng knew he could no longer continue like this.

Indeed, since the Primordial era, Kunpeng was afraid of dying, hence, during the great war between Witches and Demons, Kunpeng did not want to die with the disaster and turned into a deserter.

However, as a being of the Ancient Demon Clan, Kunpeng did have feelings for the Demon Clan, so facing Zen Master Wuchao, the tenth Crown Prince, Kunpeng had always held back.

But now, Zen Master Wuchao was, after all, at the Quasi-Saint Level, and with the power of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd and the True Sun Fire, if Kunpeng continued to hold back, he might end up dead.

Therefore, waiting until now, Kunpeng could no longer conceal his power.

Taking a deep breath, Kunpeng inhaled deeply, then swung his hand, and immediately, a golden metallic block appeared in his hand.

This piece of golden metal, appearing like the remains of something smashed, bore many mysterious patterns on it.

These patterns seemed meaningful, yet they also seemed naturally formed.

"Could that be!" Eyeing the large chunk of golden metal in Kunpeng's hand, Zen Master Wuchao's face slightly changed, as he seemed to recognize it.

Without another word, facing the oncoming True Sun Fire, Kunpeng raised his fist and then fiercely smashed it onto the metal remains.

With a "thud" sound, as Kunpeng's fist struck, a dull noise echoed, and then visibly, a layer of invisible soundwaves spread out from the remains.

These soundwaves swept over the True Sun Fire, actually blocking these flames, preventing them from advancing further.

Thud, thud, thud!

Seeing this attack effective, Kunpeng followed up by striking the metal remains three times in succession, spreading three layers of soundwaves once more.

As the soundwaves spread, everything under them shattered into dust, including the persisting True Sun Fire that also shattered.

The True Sun Fire was shattered, and the unceasing soundwaves swept past, pushing Zen Master Wuchao back many steps, his face paling.

Yet, Zen Master Wuchao paid no mind to his own injuries but instead stared intently at the piece of golden metal in Kunpeng's hand, stating in a focused voice, "Is that? My father's bell!?"

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"Crown Prince, I have no intention of being your enemy, let's part ways here!"

After pushing Zen Master Wuchao back with the metal remains, Kunpeng gave him one look, then swiftly leapt up and flew rapidly towards the distance, seizing the chance to escape!

"Stop him! Don't let him get away!" Seeing Kunpeng turn to flee, Zen Master Wuchao's expression changed, shouting loudly.

"Who is he talking to?"

Hearing Zen Master Wuchao's words, Kunpeng tensed up, feeling a foreboding sense enveloping him.

Following Zen Master Wuchao's shout, Sky-Overflowing Sword Qi suddenly burst from the void.

Under this Sword Qi, Kunpeng's figure was directly suppressed downward, falling into the North Sea.

Ten thousand feet of seawater, were directly split open …