The Emperor gave too much, and the system, dissatisfied, has turned evil.

Chapter 428 Another Blow!

"I, Li Jiuye, roam the heavens and the stars, travel alone among the myriad worlds, fight three thousand emperors with one hand, and sweep across thirteen continents with both palms. In my life, no matter who I fight or how many people I fight, I am always alone."

"Heaven and earth perish, but I do not; the sun and moon decay, but I am immortal; the three thousand worlds crumble, but I remain. I, Chen Nanxuan, have spent my life fighting against enemies; why should I need to join forces with others?"

"Many people know that if I, Hei Xiaochun, were to truly make a move, the consequences would frighten even myself. Sir, you actually want me to gang up on you? Who do you think you are? Come on, I, Hei Xiaochun, will fight you one-on-one."

"You impudent monkey, choose me, Xiao Huohuo!"

Choose me, Lin Shuishui!

Faced with Sun Wukong's provocation, all the powerful figures stepped forward without hesitation.

They all stood with their hands behind their backs, displaying an arrogant demeanor.

Sun Wukong may be arrogant, but aren't these incredibly talented and powerful figures from all realms just as arrogant? The thoughts of truly proud and powerful beings are far beyond the ordinary. Did Sun Wukong really join forces to fight him all if he said he would?

This is humiliating them and belittling them.

This was a shameful thing for them.

How could they possibly lower their standards?

The one who felt most slighted and humiliated was Zhang Xianzhi: "Monkey, what's the rush? We didn't even decide the winner with that blow just now."

boom!

With the release of his aura, Zhang Xianzhi, who had already summoned his divine weapon, gripped a scepter shaped like a withered tree trunk in both hands. His powerful Daoist energy surged forth like a gushing spring. He slammed the scepter into the ground with all his might—BOOM!

As he unleashed his power, a burst of intense Daoist light erupted, instantly transforming into an even larger sea of ​​characters that surrounded him.

The weapon in his hand was his bread and butter, his most powerful weapon, the number one divine artifact in his universe, a nine-star divine weapon on par with the Xuanyuan Sword and the Pangu Axe—the Apocalypse Scepter.

The sea of ​​words unleashed by borrowing the power of the Apocalypse Scepter is a hundred times more powerful!

The crowd was surrounded by obscure and incomprehensible characters, as if they were immersed in an ancient sea of ​​writing. In an instant, the entire Conferred God Hall was enveloped in countless characters formed from divine runes.

"Come at me all at once? You really don't know your own limitations."

From within the sea of ​​words, Zhang Xianzhi's voice, like that of a creator god, rang out: "Monkey, why don't you unleash your full power and fight me, Zhang Xianzhi, first?"

Rumble!

Thousands upon thousands of words surged toward Sun Wukong from all directions.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Those words contained divine voices with various effects, and contained profound spells that could control or damage a person's willpower, such as powerful intimidation, trembling, panic, and heart palpitations.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Brain-destroying and mind-corrupting words kept flooding into Sun Wukong.

Its power is a hundred times greater than the golden headband that once terrified Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's blow just now truly shocked Zhang Xianzhi. But was he really so easily defeated? He still possessed many powerful techniques and peerless magical treasures. Did he, the King of the East, need anyone else's help to assert his dominance?

This further amplified Sun Wukong's violent aura.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Text accompanied by audio flooded his brain from all directions, and Sun Wukong impatiently stomped his foot and yelled, "So annoying!"

"Don't give me that, I don't like reading."

My head was buzzing, and I was incredibly irritated: "I, Old Sun, don't like reading!"

He used to be terrified of this kind of attack. But the Sun Wukong who had been asleep for hundreds of millions of years and came from the future, whose potential had been greatly developed, was no longer the Sun Wukong who was not strong enough before.

As he stomped his feet and shook his head, the destructive aura emanating from the golden cudgel in his hand surged continuously. Suddenly, his expression turned ferocious: "I don't care who you are, I don't care if you're a god or a saint."

With a flick of the arm, *whoosh*!

With a sweeping motion, the staff emitted a chilling golden light, like an aggressive glare, shattering the text that surged in from all directions into countless fragments.

Sun Wukong, his body radiating unparalleled battle aura, roared, "All you need to know is that from this day forward, you will all remember my name: Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!"

As he broke through the opponent's immortal technique, he raised his staff with both hands, displaying the strength to uproot mountains and the power to overwhelm the world, forcefully lifting it from the even more vast sea of ​​words around him.

boom!

The staff, imbued with the power to shatter the primordial chaos, struck Zhang Xianzhi once more.

"Hi~"

Everyone who saw it gasped, a bad feeling creeping over them once again.

boom!

boom!

boom!

……

Under the force of the stick, the sea of ​​words was shattered layer by layer.

At this moment, Zhang Xianzhi's face also showed horror again. The Apocalypse Staff in his hand contained boundless magical power, but like every mage's weakness, even the strongest magical artifact could not withstand extremely violent physical attacks, and it was not good at direct confrontation. Fearing that the staff would be damaged, Zhang Xianzhi quickly waved his sleeve and put the staff back into his storage ring.

Then, gritting his teeth, he used his other arm, adorned with the 'Kun' character wristband, to desperately block the incoming golden cudgel.

Although Sun Wukong's staff was incredibly powerful, much of its strength was blocked by the sea of ​​words, and he believed he could withstand it.

It will definitely work!

boom!

With a single blow, bang! His wrist guard shattered into countless fragments, accompanied by a 'crack' sound...

boom!

With this strike, the resulting shockwave once again impacted all directions.

"Holy crap!" In that instant, the arrogant voice of the leader of the Exploding Heaven Gang rang out again, even more exaggeratedly than before, as if amidst a raging storm: "It's thundering again, it's raining, ladies and old women, hurry up and bring in the laundry!"

Rumble!

Rumble…

Shocked, Li Jiuye, Chen Nanxuan, and the others once again raised their defenses, and even intensified them.

The women, including Yisusumo Xiangran, who had lost their composure, once again raised the green umbrella.

Hiding behind the still composed Li Congxin, Li Bielang shouted excitedly again, "I love your horse!"

"puff……"

"puff……"

"puff……"

……

Those cultivators who had just stood up, including the three old immortals Huang Shu, Deng Taigao, and Ran Junming, were once again thrown backward by the force wave, each of them spitting blood as they flew into the air.

bang bang bang bang...

The next moment, a series of heavy thuds echoed as people crashed against the walls. The walls of the Conferred God Hall were now covered with a dense mass of people...

They were all embedded in the wall.

"Oh shit."

Under this blow, Zhang Xianzhi, who had stretched out his other arm to block, could no longer hold back. He was in so much pain that he could no longer maintain his elegant and graceful posture. He let out a loud cry, then grimaced in pain, clutching his other arm and jumping around on the spot.

With that last blow, his other 'Kun' character wristband shattered.

Furthermore, his arm was even broken off by Sun Wukong's staff.

Looking at Zhang Xianzhi, who was jumping around like a monkey even more than Sun Wukong, Xiao Huohuo, Lin Shuishui, Li Jiuye, and the others were all somewhat stunned.

This person is none other than Zhang Xianzhi.

Even though the injury of a quasi-Immortal Emperor's severed arm may seem insignificant, the pain at the moment of its breakage is still real.

Furthermore, there was a near-Immortal Emperor, the Eastern King of Pretentiousness, one of the four great kings of pretentiousness in the myriad realms, whose arm was broken by someone with a single blow. That was truly humiliating!