Chapter 1277: 1278: Silent Assassination (Third Update)

Capítulo 1277: Chapter 1278: Silent Assassination (Third Update)

Originally, the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan’s leader was still immersed in the so-called shock brought by Lin Qian’s remarkable abilities.

At this moment, Sun Wukong was already impatiently rushing forward, swinging his Jingu Bang and smashing it down right onto the leader’s forehead.

With a single swing, the heavens shook and the earth split, the momentum so vast that it seemed impossible for a Soul Martial Artist of the Enlightenment Realm to unleash.

Upon this thought, the leader of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race came to his senses, angrily shouting, “You bastard, making wild claims, who looks like a turtle, you’re talking nonsense, it’s courting death.”

He was truly infuriated by the other’s words, wondering how on earth he looked like a turtle.

In the past, back in the clan, he was a dashing gentleman, captivating countless maidens.

Though he was furious inside, he remained cautious, because despite the opponent being a Soul Martial Artist of the Enlightenment Realm, the power contained in that single strike was extraordinarily terrifying and not to be underestimated.

His four eyes, each having double pupils, rotated and the eight pupils shifted positions simultaneously.

In an instant, under the rotation of his pupils, a dazzling divine light burst forth from his four eyes, condensing into a battle blade that landed in his hand.

The battle blade in his hand was remarkably similar to the battle sword that Yang Huanwen had condensed earlier.

However, his battle blade was much more solid than Yang Huanwen’s, infused with a remarkable soul fluctuation.

“Senior, don’t use soul force to attack.” Remembering Lin Qian’s peculiar manifestation, past mistakes served as a warning, prompting him to suddenly awaken and shout in surprise.

By this time, the leader of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race had already made a slash.

Yang Huanwen’s surprised shout startled him, but the slash had already been made, and the soul force had surged forward, too late to retract.

The soul force attack rushed into Sun Wukong’s sea of consciousness in an instant.

Inside the sea of consciousness of this puppet body was a Soul Pearl, containing a wisp of Sun Wukong’s soul power.

The opponent’s soul force, like a blade light waterfall, sinisterly arrayed, flew towards the Soul Pearl.

Within the Soul Pearl, the ethereal figure of Sun Wukong sat cross-legged with eyes tightly shut.

When the sudden blade light waterfall appeared, the soul force within the Soul Pearl, Sun Wukong, his eyes suddenly widened, and golden light burst forth.

Bang!

At this moment, Sun Wukong, whose Jingu Bang collided with the opponent’s battle blade, suddenly had golden light flash in his eyes, engulfed in flying flames, directly shot into the opponent’s upper double pupils.

“Aaaah!!!” A miserable scream instantly echoed from the leading Eight-Eyed Divine Race’s mouth, who covered his upper double pupils on all four eyes and retreated using the great force of the battle blade colliding with the Jingu Bang.

The others, who had not made a move, hurriedly caught the retreating leader of the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan, looking forward in terror.

There was Sun Wukong, grinning broadly, his double pupils radiating golden flames, playfully staring at them: “Your eyes aren’t very durable, huh? Ol’ Sun just glanced once, and you’re screaming so miserably?”

“Now, you’re a blind old turtle with two eyes gone. Lose two more, and you’ll be a completely blind turtle, huh?” Sun Wukong laughed teasingly as he looked back.

“Hahaha, the Great Sage is still the same.”

“Indeed, he tends to speak his mind, turning one into two, and saying two is one.”

“They’re too weak. Won’t there be no fun in the fight?”

Lin Qian’s numerous peak battle power comrades from the Huaxia Empire burst into laughter, casually discussing, their words frivolous, completely ignoring those on the opposite side.

“This is outrageous bullying!” Yang Huanwen’s second uncle shouted in fury, rallying those around him, “Everyone, charge together. Don’t use soul force, rely solely on soul energy and Dao intent to crush them. These guys are merely in the Enlightenment Realm.”

“They probably have some unique advantage in terms of their souls, don’t confront them head-on in their strong suit.”

Upon hearing this second uncle’s words, everyone’s eyes lit up with understanding.

As his words fell, the ten people who had walked out of the cavern shouted angrily and attacked together, their momentum terrifying.

Yang Huanguang also let out a loud shout, his expression excited, charging forward with the senior figures ahead of him, enthused.

They came in a formidable offensive, wondering how the opponent could possibly resist after everyone around him charged together.

After all, they were just in the Enlightenment Realm.

“Take action, but no need to rush to end the battle, slowly lead them to death,” Lin Qian ordered with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly.

“Yes!”

The next moment, everyone charged forwards.

Behind, Lin Qian was left guarded by a thousand imperial guards out of the seventeen thousand troops.

The remaining sixteen thousand, divided into groups of a thousand, followed one person each.

A group of golden-furred monkeys, clutching dark sticks, hopped and skipped over to Sun Wukong’s side, laughing incessantly.

“Children, let’s have some fun with these alien rebels,” Sun Wukong teased his monkey descendants, with a chuckle, and led them somersaulting onto the forefront.

On one side, Yang Jian led with a thousand Grass Head Gods, charging forward into battle.

Lv Bu naturally led the Red Rabbit Army, similar to Xiang Yu leading the Breaking Formation Army—charging back and forth, like herding dogs or sheep, surrounding and disrupting the enemy’s formation.

Hua Ling led the Divine Sword Army deep into the enemy ranks, sword lights unfurling, severing their communications and preventing them from regrouping.

In the distance, Li Rong and the Divine Bow Army, bored as if idle, casually shot arrows, not to aim, just to suppress the enemy’s offense.

Xu Meng, looking a bit helpless, stood with the Divine Shield Army in front of him, complaining out loud, “You old turtles, come on, I want to join in, I’m so bored.”

The Divine Shield Army was tasked with protecting the Divine Bow Army and the rear, or charging into the fray, using extraordinary defenses to withstand enemy assaults and counterattack.

But now, the front lines were thoroughly occupied by others, leaving no place for them.

The enemy, too, was firmly suppressed by others, unable to approach.

Similarly frustrated was Bai Qi. The Killing God Army he led was a heavily battle-focused force, but due to imperial decrees against lethal force, their moves were cautious, holding back with discomfort.

Nezha was also circling the enemy with a thousand celestial troops, occasionally poking with a lance or tossing the Universe Ring to smash through it.

Before long, he got tired of the game too, wielding the Fire-tip Lance and with celestial troops, flanking to observe as Guan Yi led the Divine Blade Army to force the enemy into retreat, shaking his head: “How dull.”

Ao Zun beside him, with the crab soldiers and generals, was setting rain to hinder the opponent, laughing at what his companion said: “Sea Meeting God, aren’t you joking? What do they even count as? If not for imperial orders, they’d already have lost their heads.”

However, amidst this chaos, Yang Huanwen had somehow disappeared, hidden without a trace, quietly sneaking behind Lin Qian by relying on the Soul Device of a shadow garment.