“Clang, clang, clang…” only such sounds rang out incessantly as the eight arms of the form taken by Weituo were smashed to pieces by Sun Wukong’s relentless assault, his body being violently blasted away by a single heavy strike of the staff.

It felt as though every bone in his body was shattered. Weituo’s expression became terribly grim. He had achieved sainthood in his physical body countless years ago; his physique should have been immensely powerful, yet now he could not withstand even a few strikes from this monkey?

“Little Weituo, you better remember this: Old Sun is the true Victorious Fighting Buddha! Battling Old Sun is courting death!” After slamming Weituo away, Sun Wukong reverted to his monkey form, resting the staff on his shoulder, a mocking smile plastered across his face.

This mocking tone made Weituo’s expression shift again, but through the previous exchange, he now understood he was absolutely no match for this monkey; even his own master, Randeng, would surely be inferior in sheer combat power.

This fellow’s fighting spirit was simply too fierce, and his combat techniques had reached a state of flawless perfection.

At this moment, the battle on the other side had reached its zenith. Without Weituo’s restraint, Ye Jingyu was like a divine dragon breaking free of its bonds. Completely disregarding the magical artifacts hurled by the Four Heavenly Kings, he executed a Void Phantom Star Step, appearing beside King Virūḍhaka (Zēngzhǎng Tiānwáng). He seized the King’s shoulder and drove his right knee viciously upward toward his lower region.

Although King Virūḍhaka’s magical power had grown considerably over the years, and his cultivation and state of mind had improved, his close-quarters combat skills had seen little growth. He was utterly unable to withstand a freak like Ye Jingyu.

A crisp snap was heard, and a certain part of him bid farewell.

The indescribable, searing pain almost brought King Virūḍhaka to tears. He truly had not expected this individual before him, who cultivated the Chaos Body and was thus nominally a successor of the Pangu Saint Emperor, to resort to such despicable means. Even that monkey back then hadn't been this shameless!

But something even more shameless occurred. Ye Jingyu possessed no magical artifacts aside from the Heavenly Book, nor did he require any now. After kicking the King’s groin, he took advantage of the fleeting moment of agony, driving both fists solidly into King Virūḍhaka’s body.

The immense force smashed him flying, and the armor covering him shattered like glass. At their level, they all held a certain dignity; even when Sun Wukong swept Weituo away, he showed no intent to press the attack immediately, at least waiting for Weituo to regain his fighting composure. But Ye Jingyu paid no heed to such decorum.

His body surged forward, taking advantage of King Virūḍhaka’s complete loss of balance, his fists rained down upon the King’s body. Every punch carried the force to shatter the void, and every strike was imbued with potent Chaos Power. Even though King Virūḍhaka’s body had been reinforced by the magical power of the Ancient Buddha Randeng and Amitābha Buddha, achieving the Diamond Indestructible Body, it could hardly withstand such relentless force.

Instantly, his body began to split open in streaks, and golden blood sprayed out in torrents.

Seeing King Virūḍhaka reduced to such a state by Ye Jingyu, King Dhṛtarāṣṭra (Chíguó Tiānwáng) snorted in fury. Clutching his pipa, he strummed it forcefully, causing the heavens and earth to change color immediately. Waves of intensely powerful sonic energy assaulted Ye Jingyu, so strong that visible ripples manifested in the air.

The sound was excruciatingly grating, like countless people scraping glass right beside one’s ear, stirring Ye Jingyu’s temper.

“Noisy…” Ye Jingyu, who had been beating King Virūḍhaka, suddenly turned his head and sneered coldly. Then, a ferocious wave of sound shot out from his mouth—it was the Netherworld Roar.

That overwhelmingly powerful sound wave collided directly with the music produced by King Dhṛtarāṣṭra’s pipa. From a distance, it looked like two sets of water ripples meeting.

However, the wave produced by King Dhṛtarāṣṭra was circular, spreading in all directions. Although the Netherworld Roar was fewer in number, it was completely focused. That single sound wave was like a sharp blade, piercing directly inward, slamming into King Dhṛtarāṣṭra’s pipa. A massive energy explosion erupted comprehensively, shattering the pipa—which the King had used for countless years—into pieces. The immense recoil shock forced blood to spurt from all seven orifices of King Dhṛtarāṣṭra, causing his body to reel backward repeatedly…

Witnessing King Dhṛtarāṣṭra suffer such a heavy blow at Ye Jingyu’s hands, King Virūpākṣa (Guǎngmù Tiānwáng) and King Vaiśravaṇa (Duōwén Tiānwáng) both snorted in rage. King Virūpākṣa unleashed the Red Dragon from his grip, while the Silver Rat from King Vaiśravaṇa transformed into a streak of light, dashing swiftly towards Ye Jingyu.

In an instant, the Red Dragon expanded into a divine dragon spanning millions of zhang, and the Silver Rat grew over ten thousand zhang tall, both pouncing on Ye Jingyu simultaneously.

“Good timing…” Ye Jingyu suddenly gave a cold laugh. He flung the already battered King Virūḍhaka towards the Red Dragon and the Silver Rat, then spread both arms wide in a motion resembling a chest expansion, forming two incredibly powerful forces between his palms.

“Let you all taste this move: Heaven and Earth Merge!”

The moment the words fell, Ye Jingyu’s outstretched arms clapped together…

From afar, his left and right hands appeared to be engaged in a simple movement, yet King Virūḍhaka felt as if the very heaven and earth were closing in. Two immense streams of energy squeezed inward, causing his already battered body to rupture further.

As for the Red Dragon and the Silver Rat, due to their massive size, their bones and tendons were instantly crushed into pulp, flesh and blood flying everywhere, accompanied by continuous pa-pa-pa sounds of internal explosions.

King Dhṛtarāṣṭra, King Vaiśravaṇa, and King Virūpākṣa all watched this development, their complexions changing drastically, their eyes seemingly about to bleed. They were about to charge forward desperately to save King Virūḍhaka when Weituo’s figure suddenly appeared before them: “Go…” Giving the three no chance to hesitate, he grabbed them and fled…

By this time, facing the two converging streams of crushing force, King Virūḍhaka, the Red Dragon, and the Silver Rat all simultaneously exploded, being compressed by the two powers back into their most fundamental essence…

“Trying to leave? Do you think you can escape?” After striking down the renowned King Virūḍhaka with a single palm strike, Ye Jingyu snorted in anger. Since you intended to scheme against me, you should have been prepared for death…

He lightly drew his right hand across the void, and golden ripples ignited, resembling a meandering small river. Though it seemed to possess no great power, Weituo and the others, who were attempting to flee, suddenly felt as if they had entered a mire.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong, after witnessing Ye Jingyu kill King Virūḍhaka, knitted his brows slightly. Although he held no affection for the Four Heavenly Kings, in his view, defeating them was sufficient; there was no need to fight to the death, as he himself was somewhat affiliated with Buddhism.

However, considering Ye Jingyu’s temperament, he suddenly seemed to grasp something.

“Forget it. Once you start, see it through. Is Old Sun afraid of anything?” he muttered to himself, and his body leaped into the air once more, charging toward the remaining Heavenly Kings.

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