Journey to the West (Black Myth)

Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King was taken aback. A mere Core Formation-level demon dared to confront him, a great demon king, with such ferocity and confidence?

Normally, just a glare from him would make such low-level demons tremble and beg for mercy. Yet here they were, one after another, seemingly unfazed by the imposing presence of five great demon kings! What were they relying on?

The Bull Demon King quickly pondered. Having engaged in his fair share of unscrupulous dealings, he knew Sun Wukong personally. Who knew if Sun Wukong had reached the Taiyi realm during his seclusion? If he had, that would be extraordinary indeed.

The Bull Demon King was well aware that Sun Wukong was just over 300 years old. To become a Golden Immortal demonic king in such a short time was already incredible, but reaching Taiyi seemed almost impossible. He himself had only managed to attain Taiyi after countless ages.

Yet how could these demons dare speak so boldly before five great demon kings if they lacked confidence? Even if they had tens of thousands of demon soldiers, they could only at most overwhelm the other side's soldiers, not the five demon kings themselves.

Could Sun Wukong's true power possibly match their five demon kings? They had three Taiyi-level kings!

The idea seemed too far-fetched, utterly impossible!

As these thoughts flashed by, the Bull Demon King glanced at the demons of Flower Fruit Mountain, having visited three times before. Only now did he notice that the supposed commanding demon kings were led by four Core Formation-level monkey demons. He couldn't help but wonder if Sun Wukong was appointing friends over merit.

He didn't know, however, that the confidence of the Flower Fruit Mountain demons was utterly blind faith in their two holy-born demon kings! Especially with Shi Yue displaying his towering thirty-zhang Golden Body, which stood 100 meters tall—a true symbol of invincibility, divine power limitless.

As for why marmoset Taibai was the first to confront him fiercely, it was only natural, since he was close friends with Big Black Face and couldn't hold back.

These thoughts quickly passed through the Bull Demon King's mind as he clapped and said, "Marshal Taibai, this is all just a misunderstanding. Yu Marmoset King simply wished to spar with your, uh, Black Marshal. We didn’t expect the Marshal to be so... inexperienced. Hahaha."

"He didn’t expect the Black Marshal to be so fragile! Hahaha," Dragon Demon King echoed with a loud laugh.

Peng Demon King's eyes glinted, remaining silent, while Lion Camel King hesitated and said to Bull Demon King, "Elder brother, aren’t we going too far? We came here to befriend Sun Wukong."

Dragon Demon King boldly replied, "What are you afraid of? They’re just a bunch of weaklings. Even with tens of thousands of soldiers, what's the use?"

Yu Marmoset King smiled, joining in, "Indeed! Flower Fruit Mountain is not all that impressive."

"I'll handle this!"

A thundering voice erupted from amidst the Flower Fruit Mountain demons; Sun Wukong's favorite, Big Black Face, could hold back no longer, pushing past Titan and Chaos to confront the situation.

The Mischief Demon Big Black Face, his face turning greenish, shouted, "I'll take you on! Who's coming?"

Incidentally, Big Black Face's skin was naturally a shade of green, resembling a corpse's hue. Shi Yue had fleetingly wondered whether this guy was some ancient corpse king that had gained sentience.

Seeing the giant three-zhang demon emerge again, the Dragon Demon King burst into laughter, "You're not up to it. You’re only at the Earthly Immortal level; even if there were ten of you, you couldn't match us, not even your Sun Wukong Great King could…"

Before he finished, all Four Marshals, along with the twelve commanders and seventy-two cave demon kings of Flower Fruit Mountain stepped forward and shouted in unison, "What if we join him?"

Even the cool-headed marmoset Taibai couldn't suppress his anger any longer. This was too much! An outright affront! What does Flower Fruit Mountain have to fear? If Shi Yue knew, he'd surely curse at their foolishness, wondering what had gotten into them. Aren’t these supposed to be Sun Wukong's sworn brothers? Their intent clearly isn't well-meaning!

The demons of Flower Fruit Mountain thought similarly—why waste words and formalities? Send the tens of thousands of soldiers to wear them down. Surely, they wouldn't risk their lives so frivolously. Each of them is ancient, and wouldn't they highly value their own lives?

Dragon Demon King laughed aloud, claiming that even ten Earthly Immortal-level demon kings wouldn't suffice, realizing that Flower Fruit Mountain numbered just ten such lords, matching the ten he'd brought along.

The ten Earthly Immortal demon kings of Flower Fruit Mountain were indeed among the twelve commanders, Sun Wukong choosing them based on closeness over power. The rest were Core or True Immortal beings, insufficient against his Taiyi-level might.

Amused, Dragon Demon King said, "Fine, let me show you my strength. But this ground is too small; let’s take this fight to the skies."

The Bull Demon King quickly shouted, "Absolutely not! Second brother, you mustn’t harm them. I’ve ties with Sun Wukong!"

Dragon Demon King laughed heartily, "Don’t worry, elder brother, I understand."

Yu Marmoset King watched eagerly, Lion Camel King showed concern, and Peng Demon King's eyes flickered thoughtfully.

If truly ranked by ability, Bull Demon King deserved the top spot, but Dragon Demon King wasn’t necessarily second by power—it was due to his closeness with Bull Demon King. Peng Demon King, also at the Taiyi realm, possessed mysterious abilities but chose not to compete, so he settled for third. Honest and powerful, Lion Camel King was fourth, leaving Yu Marmoset King as the youngest.

With that, Dragon Demon King leaped into the air, his figure shifting, suddenly sprouting eight heads. As soon as they appeared, the heads began conversing with each other in an eerie exchange.

"Boss, where is this? Is there something to eat again?"

"Sixth brother, shut your mouth! All you ever think about is eating! Just listen to the boss."

"Fifth brother, you're the one who should shut up! You devoured all those creatures last time!"

"All of you, be quiet! I didn’t get to eat last time either."

"Hey! Look at all those little demons below. Looks like we can feast today!"

"Ahahaha, no rush, no rush. Let's first deal with these little pests below."

A burst of unrestrained laughter echoed in the air from nine mouths simultaneously, leaving the demons of Flower Fruit Mountain stunned. Below, the Bull Demon King smiled, Peng Demon King's eyes narrowed, Lion Camel King furrowed his brow, and Yu Marmoset King appeared deep in thought. Each had their unique mystical arts, not often displayed publicly.

Sun Wukong’s favorite general, Big Black Face, was the first to soar upward. Without considering mystical arts, this giant demon was indeed formidable. Besides flying by harnessing demon winds, Big Black Face didn’t have much by way of abilities. He relied on his impressive three-zhang tall demonic form and physical combat, though he understood little of martial arts.

In this world, not every deity inherently possesses mystical arts. Typically, they are gained through the teachings of one’s sect or inheriting clan secrets, as Pilanpo easily discerned Taiyin's nature. Others develop such powers after long, painstaking studies and experiments.

Mischief Demon Big Black Face, with his straightforward mind devoid of cunning, lacked mystical arts. Even managing basic flight was an achievement, so he charged in with a knife, oblivious to the vast difference between Earthly Immortals and true Taiyi Golden Immortals.

Dragon Demon King opened one of his heads and exhaled a breath of white mist, enveloping Big Black Face and instantly freezing him into an enormous ice statue before it crashed to the ground with a "boom."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Let me take the next one!"

Dragon Demon King's nine heads laughed heartily in unison.

Yet, the Flower Fruit Mountain demons weren’t afraid, having lived thousands or tens of thousands of years, with bodies resilient to common ice and cold. Before Big Black Face hit the ground, the remaining demon kings sprang into the air, targeting the arrogantly laughing Dragon Demon King. Though lacking in notable mystical arts, they were ready to confront him physically.

In an instant, Dragon Demon King's heads laughed again as his figure suddenly vanished. The sky filled with forces of wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and fire—a scene of chaos reminiscent of hell itself. As silver lightning snaked, fierce winds howled, and dark flames surged, cries of distress resounded, and Flower Fruit Mountain demons fell like rain.

With no Golden Immortals among them, Flower Fruit Mountain demons couldn't outmatch a Taiyi realm demon king with numbers alone. However, if tens of thousands of demon soldiers attacked at once, they could potentially exhaust Dragon Demon King’s power, wearing him down completely.

As they all fell to the ground battered and bruised, no one remained unscathed; some bled profusely, others were aflame, and more lay unmoving.

Then Dragon Demon King’s form materialized again above, laughing boisterously with all his heads.

After a moment, Dragon Demon King surveyed the defeated Flower Fruit Mountain demons and declared, "Tens of thousands of Flower Fruit Mountain soldiers, yet this is all they can muster. When your Sun Wukong Great King returns, I’d like to test him myself."

However, no one noticed that a mosquito had appeared behind him. Just as those words left his mouth, a thick dark wooden staff suddenly materialized behind Dragon Demon King’s head. In the next moment, the entire assembly of demon kings watched as Dragon Demon King's body plunged directly to the ground.

In an instant, a loud "boom" resounded, and Dragon Demon King's entire form was embedded deep into the earth, leaving everyone momentarily stunned.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed in the air, revealing a powerful figure clad in golden armor, eyes gleaming fiercely, his fur a bright orange-yellow. Standing arrogantly in the void, he wielded a thick dark wooden staff, looking coldly at the remaining four demon kings on the ground.

"Six Paths Demon Lord!"

The Bull Demon King was the first to furrow his brow, exclaiming in surprise.

Peng Demon King's eyes blazed as his figure flickered, instantly appearing in the sky. Staring intently at the figure, he shouted, "Six Paths! You dare to come to Flower Fruit Mountain!"

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