Great Demon Sun Wukong

Finally, three days had flashed by, and Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao were ready to hit the road again. They performed one last check of the items they were carrying—two space rings, each with a capacity of thirty cubic units. Half of the thirty cubic units were used to store water, while the rest held tents and some emergency food and clothing.

It's worth mentioning that these two space rings had cost Xi Zhao two Eight Patterns Soul Crystals. Had Xi Zhao not seized the opportunity to collect a large number of Soul Crystals during the grand battle at Battle Demon City, there might not have been enough money to purchase these supplies. Notably, Sun Wukong's ring was filled with a multitude of a certain peach-like fruit.

After almost combing through the entire Thunder King City, Sun Wukong had discovered these fruits. Having tasted one, he did not hesitate to buy them all. These peach-like fruits not only resembled the peaches from Flower Fruit Mountain in appearance and flavor, but the only difference was that they were much larger than real peaches.

Additionally, eating them greatly replenished water and stabilized the soul. Accordingly, they were also much pricier.

The total of over two hundred such fruits had cost Xi Zhao ten Eight Patterns Soul Crystals. This resulted in Xi Zhao cursing Sun Wukong for his extravagance. However, Sun Wukong remained unconcerned, happily munching on peaches that were even larger than watermelons.

Besides these items, there were things similar to signal smoke and Exploding Puppets. Signal smoke comprised black spheres that emitted dense red smoke when cracked open with mana, which could be used for location marking or calling for help should the two of them accidentally become separated or encounter danger.

As for the Exploding Puppets, they were a type of puppet fashioned with special techniques, not even one meter tall. These devices could be used for alerting, blending into the environment once deployed, and would explode if any creature with Six Patterns or above passed by.

The explosion wasn't just loud—it could be particularly useful for keeping watch at night when the two of them were profoundly exhausted.

After inspecting all the items, the pair looked back at Thunder King City before stepping firmly onto the path in search of greater strength.

Leaving the city with them were not only Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao. Some traveled in groups, while others ventured alone. One could say that every day, countless people came and went through Thunder King City. Some aimed to be baptized in the Supreme Pool, others ventured into the Soul Extinguishing Mountain Range for trials, and of course, there were bandits engaged in murder and robbery!

At this time, few people headed to the Supreme Pool, as unless they had strong self-confidence to cross the Soul Extinguishing Mountain Range within two years, setting out now was obviously too late. Thus, most were seeking trials, hoping with good fortune to slay some Soul Beasts and obtain Soul Beads.

Beings like Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao, who could kill Eight Patterns Soul Beasts with Six Patterns strength, were extremely rare. And while Sun Wukong didn't have a single Soul Bead or Soul Crystal on him after several major battles, Xi Zhao had the foresight. Thus, for the time being, they were not in need.

Furthermore, the Soul Extinguishing Mountain Range was full of various Soul Beasts. As long as one had the strength, there was no lack of Soul Beasts for absorption. However, having made large purchases in Thunder King City, both Xi Zhao and Sun Wukong had already been marked by some with ill intentions.

Although Xi Zhao and Sun Wukong sensed something, the lack of direct evidence meant they couldn't conclusively act.

When the two left Thunder King City and had traveled for an entire day, preparing to rest for the night, five individuals with different appearances and dubious intentions approached them.

Together, Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao recognized these people as the ones who had been watching them in Thunder King City. Neither of them was surprised; with their strength far surpassing Six Patterns, they had noticed the chasers as soon as they left the city. But neither paid much mind—after all, the road did not belong to their family alone, and if they could travel it, so could others.

However, they hadn't expected that when they stopped, these five would catch up with them directly.

Even a fool could see that these five people held nefarious intents.

Xi Zhao signaled Sun Wukong with a look, indicating that he wasn't going to bother dealing with such insignificant characters, and he pointed at Sun Wukong's space ring.

In the midst of Sun Wukong's reluctant expression, Xi Zhao took one of the watermelon-sized peaches and bit into it fiercely!

Turning around slowly, Sun Wukong transformed the sting of losing the peach into anger towards the five individuals. Initially, upon noticing the five people following them out of the city, Sun Wukong thought they might just be sharing the road. But Xi Zhao was convinced they were robbers.

So, the two made a bet: if the group was merely passing by, Xi Zhao would carry Sun Wukong flying for a hundred li using mana. If they were robbers, then Sun Wukong would give Xi Zhao ten large peaches.

Therefore, when they saw the five individuals approaching with smirks on their faces, Sun Wukong couldn't help but regret the bet.

The five individuals, particularly the middle-aged man in black robes leading them, felt a flicker of joy when they saw Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao finally stopping after a day's journey.

This middle-aged man was named Bao Dalí, a Seven Patterns Supreme at the peak level and a member of the Underworld Tribe. The Underworld Tribe, neither large nor small, was under the jurisdiction of the Ghost King City, ruled by the Cangming Ghost King. Because Bao Dalí refused to join the Ghost King's army, he secretly escaped and engaged in murder and looting near Thunder King City.

And the four subordinates behind him, who had also escaped from other tribes because they did not want to join the army, happened to meet Bao Dalí. Sharing the same foul stench, the five of them roamed together near Thunder King City.

"Little ghost, thought you could get far, did you? Let me tell you, I'm Bao Dalí, a Seven Patterns Supreme at the peak. I specialize in home invasions and robbery; these four are my brothers. Brothers, come, introduce yourselves, let this little ghost see how powerful we are."

"Hehe, little ghost, remember this, I'm Can Meng from the Ferocious Insect Tribe, early stage Seven Patterns Supreme. I will eat you clean in a moment." The speaker was an extraordinarily ugly individual with a giant insect's head and a human body, who drooled disgustingly as he spoke.

"I am…" The second person had barely finished speaking when the third person was suddenly hit in the head by a peach pit the size of a fist. He hadn't finished his sentence before he fell to the ground, clutching his forehead and moaning.

Seeing that the two Six Patterns little ghosts were not running away in disarray but dared to strike first, the others lost their mood for self-introductions and charged forward with their weapons drawn.

Aside from Bao Dalí, who was a Seven Patterns Supreme at the peak, the remaining people were all at the early stage of Seven Patterns Supreme. Such strength, let alone Six Patterns, would be able to fight even against ordinary Seven Patterns and even Seven Patterns at the peak.

However, today they were destined for tragedy. Especially the one named Can Meng with an insect head, who had just taken a step forward when suddenly he saw a black dot appear before him. Before he could react, the black dot jabbed fiercely onto Can Meng's forehead.

The immense force sent Can Meng flying back, crashing into the person who was on the ground clutching his forehead. Sun Wukong quickly retracted the Jingu Bang and rubbed it disdainfully back and forth on the ground.

At that moment, Bao Dalí charged at Sun Wukong with a large saber, but before he could reach Sun Wukong, he was rooted to the spot by a glance and couldn't budge at all.

It was then that Bao Dalí realized he had kicked an iron plate—a scalding hot and spiked iron plate. After pinning Bao Dalí in place, Sun Wukong stamped his foot and two earthen walls suddenly rose from the ground, blocking in front of the other two bandits.

The two weren't foolish; seeing their boss immobilized after one look, they knew the opponent was tough and turned to run away. However, at Sun Wukong's cold snort, several more earthen walls rose suddenly around the two, instantly forming an Earth Escape cage.

After trapping the two men, Wukong turned and slowly approached Xi Zhao, who was half-lying on one side. He squatted down and then straight stripped the hem of Xi Zhao's clothes. Under Xi Zhao's astonished gaze, he wrapped the torn piece of clothing around the Jingu Bang and then walked to the other side of the three men, pausing to say, "Bao Dalí, is it?

We're poor, so I'm sending you to a place for the wealthy."

After saying this, his arm muscles bulged, and he swung the Jingu Bang down fiercely. The stick didn't cause much harm to Bao Dalí, but an unstoppable, mighty force blasted him into flight. Together with the Earth Escape cage and the two men behind, they were hurled in a certain direction.

"You, damn monkey, why did you tear my clothes? They are custom-made. And where did you throw those five guys?"

Sun Wukong glanced at Xi Zhao and retorted, "Ghost King City of the Cangming Ghost King, I hear it's full of the wealthy!"

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