Great Demon Sun Wukong

The giant immediately spoke, "Is the one who comes Sun Wukong?"

Standing opposite the giant, Sun Wukong replied, "Indeed, it is I!" Explore more stories with NovelBin.Côm

"The Great Sage is then invited to come to the center of Illusion Demon Island for a talk." Once finished, the smoke twisted and then dispersed with the breeze.

"It seems that this test must still be faced," Sun Wukong muttered as he shook his head slightly and then somersaulted to the island below. It was only when he truly set foot on the island that he could fully appreciate its enormity.

From the sky, the island seemed to be extraordinarily lush. But now, standing on the island, he found that all the trees were extremely large; they were truly sky-scraping giants. Although Flower Fruit Mountain did have quite a few sky-scraping ancient trees, they were few in number and seemed to stand out from the rest.

Here, it was different; every tree was so large, it made one feel incredibly insignificant.

They were merely trees, but to Sun Wukong, they felt as if he were facing the expanse of the stars. Activating his fiery, golden eyes, all he saw were ordinary trees. Unable to understand why he felt this way, Sun Wukong stopped pondering the matter.

With a flick of his finger, the Golden Hoop staff appeared out of thin air. He reached out to grasp it, then slung it over his shoulder. Only then did Sun Wukong breathe a small sigh of relief. Ever since he set foot on Illusory Demon Island, he had suddenly sensed a faint killing intent and a very unnatural feeling.

It was as if he were a mouse and countless cats around him were eyeing him predatorily, giving him the feeling that he could lose his life at any moment, which he found utterly detestable.

The feeling diminished a bit when the Jingu Bang was in his hand, but that barely perceptible and heart-palpitating feeling was still lingering incessantly.

After checking his physical condition, Sun Wukong then stepped into the forest. Of course, this forest had its own name; the Illusion Demon Clan called it Ghost Wood Forest!

As soon as he stepped into the forest, the space around him suddenly darkened. Sun Wukong knew this was because the trees on the island were so large that they blocked the sunlight from above. The ground was covered with a thick layer of dead branches and fallen leaves, making it clear that the island had not been trodden by anyone for many years.

Sun Wukong gripped his Golden Hoop staff tightly, the protective water escape technique emitting a faint blue light, adding a touch of eeriness to the dim forest. He moved forward cautiously, step by step. In truth, Sun Wukong knew that with his current strength and physical defensive power, there were few in the world who could harm him, yet even so, he was not the least bit careless.

Having suffered from carelessness in his previous battles against the Eight-Gods Flame and the Eternal Buddha of Flowing Light, Sun Wukong would definitely not make the same mistake again.

Yet, after walking for a whole Chinese hour, he had still discovered nothing. Although the atmosphere had become a bit more chilling, that was all.

This made Sun Wukong somewhat puzzled. Had they changed their minds? Were they no longer making things difficult for him? As he thought this, Sun Wukong’s mind involuntarily relaxed a bit. At that moment, a flash of cold light shot from an angle, aiming straight for the temple on the side of Sun Wukong’s head. Sun Wukong’s mind tensed, knowing he had still been a bit careless.

In the nick of time, Sun Wukong barely managed to turn his head, as an arrow with a dark silver sheen flew past his cheek. The sharp air left Sun Wukong feeling a series of stings. But before Sun Wukong could catch his breath, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted two more arrows speeding towards him from the left, one in front of the other, half a shaft-length apart.

Even if he could dodge the first, the second would strike him. However, the arrows were too fast, leaving Sun Wukong no time for any significant evasive maneuvers.

But after all, Sun Wukong had also been tempered through countless battles; he ducked his head to dodge the first arrow, then used the Golden Hoop Staff to block the second arrow, which sparked as it struck the weapon. Seizing the opportunity, Sun Wukong finally somersaulted behind an ancient tree, where he could finally catch his breath.

Otherwise, once the opponent controlled the pace of the attack, Sun Wukong could only keep dodging endlessly.

After taking a deep breath, Sun Wukong’s heart was not only shocked, but also relieved that his keen Divine Sense had detected the special force on the arrow in time. Otherwise, if he had been overconfident and tried to use a water shield to block, he might have been seriously injured or even killed by now. His water shield was utterly useless against the arrow, even worse than paper mache.

This indicated just how terrifying the power contained within the arrow was.

With a slight turn of his head, three pitch-black holes in the ground at a distance also proved that his choice was correct.

At that moment, a sense of crisis suddenly struck. Without hesitation, Sun Wukong leaped out from behind the ancient tree, without stopping, his figure flickering, vanishing again in the blink of an eye. And where Sun Wukong had just been standing, several dark holes had abruptly appeared—it was only close up that Sun Wukong saw clearly.

The ground where an arrow struck would disintegrate in an instant, forming a hole as wide as an arm.

Furrowing his brows, Sun Wukong knew it couldn’t go on like this. Being passive all the time made it easy for the enemy to catch his flaws. The opponent must be a master as well, at least with the strength of a lower-ranking Saint, and was extremely adept at concealing their presence and hiding their aura.

Because up until now, Sun Wukong couldn’t even discern what the opponent looked like, whether human or demon, or from where they had launched their attack.

This undoubtedly put Sun Wukong at a significant disadvantage, for this was the enemy’s territory. Whether it was the terrain or the surrounding environment, he was no match for his opponent, so if he wanted to counterattack, he could only think of an unexpected tactic.

Just then, three sharp arrows came shooting from behind Sun Wukong, seemingly intending to pierce through him along with the ancient tree. But that wasn’t a problem; let alone an ancient tree, even a millstone-sized rock could be effortlessly penetrated by those arrows with a big hole.

However, this time Sun Wukong seemed to be lost in thought and did not manage to dodge in time. It was only when the arrows were about a foot away from the tree that he scramble away in a flustered manner. But it was obviously too late, as the triple array of arrows turned the tree into dust, and the exploding trunk sent countless splinters falling like snowflakes.

When all the splinters had fallen, Sun Wukong’s figure was nowhere to be seen, but a conspicuous puddle of blood remained. Clearly, Sun Wukong had been injured.

Atop a distant ancient tree, a figure revealed a disdainful smile.

However, in the next moment, the figure had vanished. When it reappeared, it was behind a huge rock. The figure pricked up its ears to listen, then a victorious smile appeared on its lips as it drew its bow and nocked an arrow.

Five arrows shot out swiftly, vaguely forming a Formation as they aimed at the canopy of an ancient tree. The next moment, a scream was heard. The smile on the figure’s face blazed even brighter. But the smile froze on their face the next instant.

Because a cold iron staff was already lying across their shoulder.