Journey to the West: Great Saint Equal to Heaven

22: Chapter 22: Just a Stick 22: Chapter 22: Just a Stick The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense.

The adversary was none other than the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, who caused Havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

Even if there was some exaggeration, he was indeed a top-tier power in his own right.

Yet, Sun Shengkong showed no fear, and even seemed somewhat dismissive.

If his ancestor hadn’t been taken down by Yinglong and sealed for ages, the most renowned among the monkey kin should have been his ancestor Wu Zhiji.

What would Sun Wukong have to do with that?

Only their lineage was entitled to claim the title of Great Sage.

Sun Wukong was merely the product of a scheme, after all,

That was why he named himself Sun Shengkong.

“Great Saint, the Great Ape King meant no disrespect.

He named himself Sun Shengkong out of admiration for the Great Saint’s strength; the name was chosen with the goal to one day surpass the Great Saint,”

Mu Han, the Nine-tailed Fox, stepped forward.

He was a man of stunning beauty, more alluring than any unrivaled beauty, adding threefold to their charm.

He forcibly explained, fearing that a fight would break out.

The alliance of the Demon Clan had invited Sun Wukong to be a symbol, to make their alliance’s name more resounding, attracting more great demons to join.

They did not come to make an enemy of Sun Wukong.

If he didn’t intervene now, Sun Wukong and the Great Ape King were very likely to come to blows.

The Great Ape King sneered and retorted, “Old fox, no need to explain to him.

I just mean to say that I’m stronger than him, so I renamed myself Sun Shengkong.

If he disagrees, he’s welcome to challenge me.”

The Nine-tailed Fox sighed and stepped back.

With things having gone this far, his explanations were useless.

He cursed the Great Ape King in his heart for being insanely foolhardy in provoking that monkey.

Each of the seven Great Saints of the Demon Clan was not to be underestimated.

Every one of them was a top contender among the Demon Clan.

However strong the Great Ape King was, he was unlikely to be a match for any one of the seven Great Saints.

Sun Wukong scratched his head and chuckled, “You, youngster, indeed have some personality.

Not bad, not bad.”

Hearing himself praised, Sun Shengkong grew even more haughty.

He gave Sun Wukong a disdainful glance and said contemptuously, “Hmph, your praises are of no use to me.

If you are afraid, you can beg for mercy and relinquish the title of Great Sage Equalling Heaven to me.

Then I might spare your life.”

Mu Han, the Nine-tailed Fox, couldn’t help shaking his head.

He had given up hope for the Great Ape King.

Sun Wukong laughed, pulling the Jingu Bang from behind his ear.

He felt its weight and suddenly asked the Great Ape King, “Do you think ‘Old Sun’ could kill you with a single strike of this staff?”

“Arrogant.”

The Great Ape King’s face was full of scorn.

But he did not dare to be careless.

There’s truth behind renowned names; he didn’t consider Sun Wukong to be his opponent, but he also didn’t hold him in too low regard, lest he capsize in the gutter.

As it turned out, he was indeed thinking too much.

Sun Wukong wasn’t the gutter, but a vast heavenly river.

No matter the vessel, all could be capsized.

With one strike of his staff, the thirteen-thousand-five-hundred-jin Jingu Bang, enhanced by his formidable mana, possessed almost enough power to destroy heaven and earth.

With just one strike, the void exploded, the heaven and earth quaked, almost turning upside down.

A deep shock flashed in the Great Ape King’s eyes.

He mobilized his mana, transformed into a thousand-zhang true form, the Ferocious Ape, wound with the Power of Water, capable of turning rivers and seas upside down.

The Ferocious Ape roared and threw a punch, engulfing Sun Wukong beneath it.

The Jingu Bang was only three meters two in length and as thick as a bowl.

In Sun Wukong’s hands, it truly felt like wielding an embroidery needle to smash an elephant as he swung it at the thousand-zhang Ferocious Ape.

The surrounding demons exchanged glances, wondering if the Great Sage Equalling Heaven was really all show and no substance.

With that punch from the Great Ape King bearing down, wouldn’t Sun Wukong become nothing but a pile of mush?

Thud.

The demons watched as the Jingu Bang collided with the fist of the Great Ape King, which was as large as a mountain.

The fist of the Great Ape King exploded on impact.

Bright scarlet blood burst forth in a blinding display.

As the Great Ape King’s fist exploded, a terrifying force traveled up his arm, spreading and continuing to destroy his body.

The Great Ape King was both shocked and enraged, his giant body trembling.

He channeled the mana within his body, trying to block this force.

But his mana was as fragile as paper mache against that force.

Amidst his unwilling roars, his body completely exploded.

A faint soul attempted to make its way to the underworld.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly and reached out to grab the fleeting soul, squeezing it in his hand.

With a pop.

The Great Ape King was utterly annihilated, not even given the chance for reincarnation.

Upon witnessing this, all the demons fell silent in fear.

These Demon Kings had always been unruly, unafraid of heaven nor earth.

Yet now, looking at Sun Wukong, their eyes were full of respect.

They considered themselves the strongest Demon Kings of later generations, believing they could be mentioned in the same breath as the seven great saints of the Demon Clan, at least not much weaker.

But after seeing Sun Wukong make his move, they realized how laughable their thoughts had been.

“Is that all?”

Sun Wukong said, his smile neither warm nor cold.

Indeed, was that all?

The remaining seventeen great demons fell silent in fear.

Sun Wukong glanced at them and said, “I don’t know who gave you all this rotten idea to form some sort of Demon Clan alliance.

With your little bit of strength, in the face of the true powerhouses of the Three Realms, you’re hardly stronger than ants.

A real powerhouse could exterminate you all with a mere gesture.

Better to quickly dissolve your alliance and hide away in the mountains, coming out only when the heaven and earth are clear.

Only then can you preserve your lives.”

The Nine-tailed Fox’s eyes darted around, and he suddenly knelt before Sun Wukong, shouting, “Mu Han of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan wishes to serve the Great Sage Equalling Heaven as master.

Please, Great Sage Grandfather, come out of seclusion to protect the Demon Clan and restore its former glory.”

Seeing the Nine-tailed Fox kneel, immediately seven or eight other Demon Kings followed suit, expressing their wish to follow Sun Wukong.

The few who did not want to submit to someone else’s command, compelled by the overall situation, reluctantly knelt down as well.

Sun Wukong remained unmoved, giving a cold laugh, “Old Sun kindly advised you, but who knew you’d try to drag Old Sun into a pit of fire.

If you don’t want the Demon Clan to be wiped out, then stop thinking about any glorious resurgence.”

After speaking, he paid no further attention to those kneeling Demon Kings and turned to leave on a cloud.

Mu Han of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan and the others exchanged helpless glances.

Having witnessed Sun Wukong’s strength, they were very clear that without such a powerful being at the helm, the Demon Clan alliance would eventually be doomed to obliteration by the strong.

“My friends, there’s no need to worry.

I can invite a great saint to lead the Demon Clan alliance,” said the Crocodile God suddenly.

Mu Han and the others immediately felt elated.

“May I ask which great saint it is?” Mu Han inquired.

The Crocodile God wore a proud expression as he replied, “Ranked third among the seven great saints, the Great Sage Heaven’s Equal, the Roc Demon King.

If we talk about strength, he should be even above the Great Sage Equalling Heaven.”

Everyone rejoiced at this news.

Among the seven great saints, only the Ox Demon King and Sun Wukong had the most resounding reputations.

The other five saints were slightly less well-known than they.

This didn’t mean their strength was any less formidable.

Out of the seven great saints, Sun Wukong was ranked only seventh, yet he was so powerful.

The Roc Demon King, thus, naturally needed no further explanation, being ranked third.

There were rumors that the seven great saints were ranked by their size, which the demons scorned.

The Demon Clan revered strength above all else; the stronger one was, the higher their rank.

In their minds, Sun Wukong being ranked last meant he should be the weakest.

If they could invite the Roc Demon King, nothing could be better.