Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The golden cudgel, with the force of thunder, was about to smash the magnificent crown that symbolized absolute royal power into pieces.

But at this critical moment, Sun Wukong's wild and unmatched figure suddenly froze.

As if frozen in time by an invisible force, the raised golden cudgel stopped in mid-air, just a hair's breadth away from Gilgamesh's head.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The next moment, a gorgeous sword wrapped in golden divine power was silently placed against Sun Wukong's throat.

The sharp coldness of the sword tip stung his skin slightly.

The extremely fierce battle came to an abrupt end in a way no one could have predicted.

The violent energy storm slowly subsided, and the magic circle that had been turned upside down fell into a dead silence.

All the nursing staff watching widened their eyes, held their breath, and dared not even to breathe.

They could clearly feel that an oppressive atmosphere, even more terrifying than the previous battle, was slowly spreading.

"Miscellaneous cultivator!" Gilgamesh's voice was icy cold and filled with anger.

"Put away your ridiculous pity! My victory does not require charity from a monkey like you!"

He did not feel happy about this sudden "victory".

Instead, he felt that his royal dignity had suffered an unprecedented humiliation.

In his opinion, Sun Wukong's sudden pause was nothing short of a deliberate concession, a kind of condescending pity.

"Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to show mercy to this king?"

boom--!

The golden divine power around Gilgamesh erupted like a volcano, and the violent gust of air instantly swept across the entire venue.

The magic circle supporting this independent space trembled violently.

There were even fine cracks on the edges, as if it would collapse at any time.

The rage of the most ancient king of the mythical era turned into a substantial storm.

All the caregivers present felt suffocated, their faces turned pale and they were silent.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!"

Braki's figure flashed and appeared between the two of them.

He put on a smile and raised his hands, trying to appease the furious Gilgamesh.

"Perhaps... there's something else going on. Wukong isn't the type to toy with his opponents."

While he was trying to persuade him, his eyes were quietly and sharply scanning towards Sun Wukong.

Not right.

Something is wrong.

Braki's heart was filled with alarm.

He clearly saw that Sun Wukong's expression was blank at the moment.

His eyes were tightly closed, not because of exhaustion or deliberate letting up, but a kind of... struggle.

The seemingly ordinary cassock on his body was spreading spider-web-like cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if some terrifying power was about to break out of his body.

What made Braki even more uneasy was that he could sense the fluctuations of divine power in Sun Wukong's body.

At this moment, the situation has become extremely chaotic, sometimes like a raging storm, sometimes like a candle in the wind, extremely unstable.

This guy has a problem with his body!

Braki remained calm on the surface.

But he has secretly gathered his divine power at his fingertips, ready to deal with the worst possible situation at any time.

At this moment, Sun Wukong, who was being watched by everyone, was standing alone in the center of the ruins.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if isolating himself from the outside world.

In his spiritual world, a more dangerous battle is going on.

The violent divine power in his body was being forcibly compressed and reorganized in an unprecedented way.

Like the lava deep in the earth's core, every contraction and expansion brought him heart-wrenching pain.

The veins on his forehead bulged like a dragon, and the knuckles of his clenched fists turned white.

It was as if he was fighting a desperate battle with an invisible shackle.

The entire battlefield was silent, with only the sound of Sun Wukong's heavy breathing.

But beneath this silence, there is a terrifying tension that is about to destroy the world, which is more terrifying than any fierce battle.

Suddenly, there was a soft "swish" sound.

A corner of Sun Wukong's cassock was suddenly torn without any external force.

The fragment did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air without any wind.

It burned up out of thin air, turned into golden light, and dissipated into the air.

At that moment, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes!

Two dazzling rays of divine light shot out from his eyes and shot straight into the sky!

His entire aura soared wildly again at this moment, far more powerful and unfathomable than when he was fighting just now!

What was even more bizarre was that above his head, a row of mysterious characters made up of golden data streams appeared out of thin air and jumped slowly.

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At the same time, hundreds of kilometers away, deep in the remote mountains and forests, the night was as dark as ink, and the wind was blowing coldly.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were standing back to back.

With a serious expression, he confronted the strange figure in front of him, which was floating in the air and exuding an ominous aura.

The fierce fight made both of them look a little embarrassed, but their eyes were still as sharp as knives.

All their minds were focused on this life-and-death battle.

No one realized that the original source of a storm that was enough to overturn the entire world order had quietly arrived.