I'm Dreaming of a Journey to the West

Li Chen watched the Golden-Winged Roc approach at lightning speed, its speed so astonishing that he had no time to summon his weapon. In the nick of time, he reached out without hesitation and firmly grasped the Fang Tian Hua Ji that was thrusting straight at him.

This Fang Tian Hua Ji, with the Golden Winged Roc's astonishing speed and unparalleled power, stabbed towards Li Chen with the force of thunder. Wherever its edge reached, the air was torn apart, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound.

In that split second, the Fang Tian Hua Ji narrowly missed Li Chen's body, missing him by a hair's breadth. However, Li Chen was no ordinary man. He remained calm in the face of danger, demonstrating extraordinary reflexes and a fortitude of will.

"You evil villain! You previously destroyed the Lion Country and devoured countless innocent people. Now you have even slaughtered countless lives, committing boundless sins. Today I will take your life and seek justice for those who died tragically!"

Li Chen's eyes widened in anger as he roared with righteous indignation. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung a powerful punch, smashing down on the Golden-Winged Roc like a mountain crushing an egg. With a dull thud, the Golden-Winged Roc was instantly sent flying dozens of feet away by the immense force.

Then, Li Chen quickly drew his prized weapon from his back—a staff radiating a mysterious light. He gripped the staff tightly, his aura suddenly surging, like a god of war descending upon the world. He was fully prepared, determined to engage the ferocious golden-winged Roc in a life-or-death battle.

"Master! This beast killed my biological father. Our blood feud is irreconcilable! Even if it costs me everything, I will kill this enemy with my own hands to comfort my father's spirit in heaven!"

Li Zhaohuang, standing nearby, was already overcome with grief and indignation. Her once beautiful eyes were now crimson, tears and blood streaming from the corners of her eyes. She looked truly miserable. She gritted her teeth, her hands tightly gripping her weapon. Her delicate body trembled slightly, as she prepared to recklessly charge at the Golden-Winged Roc for a decisive battle.

"Calm down! We must not let anger cloud our reason!" Li Chen's face was as calm as water, but the stick in his hand was shaking slightly, showing that the anger was equally surging in his heart.

He swept his eyes sharply at the people around him and shouted loudly: "Everyone listen to my command, open the barrier! Surround him!" Today, a considerable number of people killed by the Golden-winged Roc had once given Li Chen great help.

They either offered guidance when fighting demons or gave a bowl of hot porridge when hungry. Now, these kind people have lost their lives. How could Li Chen not be filled with grief and indignation?

As the saying goes, the pilgrimage to the West is not just about obtaining the true scriptures, but also about the intricacies of human relationships and worldly wisdom. If we examine this journey through the perspective of Sun Wukong, the protagonist of Journey to the West, it undoubtedly tells the legendary story of a fearless monkey demon who, after overcoming numerous hardships, ultimately achieves enlightenment.

However, if we change our perspective and look at this matter from the perspective of the ordinary people of the Lion Country, what is presented is a tragic scene that is heartbreaking and desperate.

In the country of Lion Camel, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like rivers. Countless innocent people had died and countless families had been torn apart and destroyed.

Yet, it is outrageous that the Golden-winged Roc, the Blue Lion, and the White Elephant, who committed such heinous crimes, have escaped justice and deserved punishment simply because they were the mounts or uncles of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, respectively. The souls of those who died unjustly are perhaps trapped in some underworld, enduring unimaginable torture.

At this moment, Li Chen, having stumbled upon such an injustice, felt a blazing fury within him. He resolved to rip this ridiculous world of human relations apart and personally send the utterly wicked Golden-Winged Dapeng to its proper place—the Eighteen Levels of Hell. With this thought in mind, Li Chen flashed, darting out like lightning. His right hand tightly gripped the staff, and without hesitation, he charged at the Golden-Winged Dapeng.

Li Chen leaped high, gripping the stick tightly with both hands, and exerted all his strength to strike down on the Golden-winged Roc with the force of the world. This blow was like a mountain crushing an egg, majestic and unstoppable.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the Golden-winged Dapeng hurriedly raised the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand, trying to resist Li Chen's thundering attack. However, Li Chen's strength was no longer what it used to be. After being tempered by the power of the eight great witch ancestors, his strength was already extraordinary and beyond the reach of the Golden-winged Dapeng.

"You evil thief, you actually killed my brother. Today I must pay with blood and avenge my tragic death!"

The Golden-winged Roc's eyes widened in anger, their red eyes seemed to be able to spit fire. He roared at Li Chen at the top of his lungs. Then, he flapped his broad and powerful wings vigorously. With the rapid flapping of his wings, whirlwinds flashing with dazzling golden light suddenly formed and swept towards Li Chen with overwhelming force.

However, what was unexpected was that in the face of this fierce and powerful golden whirlwind, Li Chen's body stood firm in it like an indestructible iron tower, motionless. Not only that, he continuously poured his own powerful strength into the stick in his hand. With the continuous infusion of power, the already extremely thick stick actually became heavier.

Watching the Golden-Winged Roc's futile and somewhat foolish actions, Li Chen couldn't help but laugh. He thought to himself, "Doesn't this guy know he's already successfully absorbed the power of the Wind Ancestral Shaman's spirit?" While a simple flap of his wings could instantly soar ninety thousand miles, now that Li Chen has the power of the Wind Ancestral Shaman's spirit, he can easily harness the energy of the gale, significantly reducing the other party's vaunted speed!

Seeing the situation was dire, the Golden-Winged Dapeng knew that continuing the stalemate was not a good idea. He acted decisively, dodging the incoming fierce attack with a flash of his body. But Li Chen's attack didn't stop; instead, it intensified in ferocity. He gripped the heavy staff tightly with both hands, raising it above his head again and again like a madman, then smashing it down with the force of thunder.

"This is not a solution! Every blow from this guy is like a mountain crushing an egg. His strength is unparalleled and his speed is as fast as lightning. It is impossible to find any flaws or loopholes for counterattack!" The Golden-winged Roc dodged left and right in a panic, muttering to himself anxiously.

Facing Li Chen's attacks, the Golden Winged Dapeng could only dodge continuously, finding no opportunity to strike. Li Chen's attacks were even faster and more powerful than Sun Wukong's. He was soon forced into a desperate situation!