I am truly the Monkey King

When people opened their eyes again, the Purple Lightning Sword had disappeared.

Su Hang slumped to the ground, his face deathly pale, gasping for air in great heaves, the picture of utter exhaustion.

In contrast, the man standing on the ground before Su Hang appeared completely unharmed.

"You, you played me like a damn fiddle!" the man standing on the ground said in a deep voice, Su Hang had deliberately lured him closer to unleash that peerless sword strike.

Su Hang calmly said, "Realizing it now is too late."

"You think by killing me, everything is over, but you're wrong," the man's eyes suddenly blazed with bright light, "Anything the Devouring Moon Ancient Clan sets out to do cannot be stopped by anyone. You are doomed to die."

After he spoke those words, a line of blood appeared between his eyebrows, extending to his abdomen, and then his body violently split in half, falling to either side.

Intestines and blood spilled everywhere; this time, he was thoroughly dead.

"Everything is finally over." Li Qingdai felt the dark clouds in her heart dispersing.

The tense bodies of the others around relaxed, each one visibly letting out a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Su Hang felt a strong sense of danger approaching.

"What the hell is Guanyin playing at, why hasn't she shown up yet," Su Hang inwardly fretted. In his current state, he wasn't even a match for a Houtian Cultivator.

While keeping an eye on his surroundings, he simultaneously delved into his mind where a virtual screen displayed rows of text.

"Violence Value from Houtian Perfection Stage Cultivator Qiu Sanchill +5!"

...

"Violence Value from Innate Initial Stage Qiu Xia +7!"

...

"Violence Value from the man standing on the ground +32, total Violence Value has reached 210 points!"

Without any hesitation, Su Hang rushed to take his chance at the lottery, and the roulette displayed items like the Purple Gold Bell, Summoning Talisman (summon Guanyin to one's side from anywhere, one-time use), 'Thank you for participating', Yin Yang Mirror, Mysterious Gift Pack, 'Try again', three droplets of sweet dew, 10% Admiration Value, and a ten-pound grass carp.

What the hell, where's the Jade Clean Bottle, why is it gone?

Instead, there was a Yin Yang Mirror, although a Cave-Suppressing Treasure of Chijingzi, one of the twelve Golden Immortals, it was far inferior to the Jade Clean Bottle.

However, if he could get this item, even if another true being were to come, he'd be able to deal with them.

Su Hang immediately went for the lottery.

"Congratulations, you have drawn a ten-pound grass carp." Su Hang saw that it was just an ordinary grass carp, albeit a larger one.

Damn system!

At that moment, Su Hang sensed a crisis and, without a second thought, hurled the grass carp as a hidden weapon.

The grass carp was blasted into mince, scattering everywhere.

A large chunk of flesh was violently torn from his left shoulder, even the bone cracked, and he lost all sensation in his left arm in an instant.

The ground was littered with flying rocks and plants, leaving the mountainside in complete disarray.

The figure that had ambushed him was a lady in white, her complexion cold and detached, stunningly beautiful with menacingly red pupils, bewitchingly lovely, and her cultivation level was at the Mysterious Scholar tier.

"Remember, your killer is Qiu Jing!" The woman in white showed no emotion on her face, as if she were about to squash an ant beneath her foot, an expression of lofty indifference.

"You actually possess the Bai Die qualification." Su Hang noticed a white butterfly tattoo on the wrist of the woman.

He had read on the Martial Arts forum that the Devouring Moon Ancient Clan had a unique method of testing for qualifications, dividing their people's qualifications into nine grades: red, orange, yellow, green, teal, blue, purple, white, and black.

The black grade was the rarest, followed by white.

It is said that in the countless ages since the Devouring Moon Ancient Clan's birth in the Primordial Demon World, fewer than one hundred individuals have had this qualification, which shows how terrifying this woman's talent must be.

"You mere lowly ant, dying by my hand is the highest honor you could achieve," Qiu Jing said with a cold smile, approaching step by step in rhythm with his heartbeat, as if she were stepping directly on his heart, intensifying the pressure with each step.

Su Hang rapidly went for the lottery again, drawing seven times consecutively. Three times 'Thank you for participating', twice premium stinky tofu, once 10% of Guanyin's Admiration Value, and finally, on the last draw, he landed an unprecedented grand prize.

"Little Demoness, when you regard others as ants, little do you know that in the eyes of others, you are equally an ant," Su Hang took out the super prize he had just drawn —— the Purple Gold Bell.

On a golden necklace hung three small purple bells, shake it once, and three hundred zhang of scarlet flames would scorch people; shake it twice, and three hundred zhang of blue smoke would suffocate people; shake it thrice, and three hundred zhang of yellow sand would blind people.

This Purple Gold Bell, like Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang, was refined by The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord in the Eight Trigrams Furnace and later lost in a bet to Bodhisattva Guanyin. It is second only to the Jade Clean Bottle among Guanyin's treasures, even more formidable than the Yin Yang Mirror.

During his Pilgrimage for Scriptures, Sun Wukong stole the Purple Gold Bell from the demon Saizai and wanted to keep it for himself.

This caused Bodhisattva Guanyin's anger, and she haughtily said this —— You thieving monkey! If it were not for your stealing this bell, let alone one Wukong, even ten would not dare to come close...

One Purple Gold Bell that made even ten Sun Wukongs dare not approach was indeed exaggerated, but it also showed the strength of this treasure.

Su Hang, having drawn such an item, secretly reveled in his luck. As soon as he took out the Purple Gold Bell, he immediately mobilized the immortal power contained in his flesh and blood, pouring it into the bell and gave it a shake.

A fire dragon burst forth in an instant, engulfing everything within a ten-zhang radius. Once the flames dispersed,

everything within that area was reduced to ash, including the lady in white.

"Violence Value +18!"

Su Hang's eyes narrowed as he spotted a fingernail-sized red pearl on the ground, with white light flowing on it. It was exceptionally extraordinary.

"This is... the Six-Ding Spiritual Fire Pearl!" Su Hang furrowed his brows. Sun Wukong's cultivation experience contained information about this object.

The Six-Ding Spiritual Fire Pearl was a peerless treasure pearl that grew from a Fire Spirit Stone of over ten thousand years and was extremely rare and hard to come by.

Most cultivators used it to practice fire-system martial skills, while others liked to use it to cultivate doppelgangers. The lady in white just now was indeed a doppelganger cultivated by Qiu Jing.

But for Su Hang, this item was absolutely a tremendous opportunity.

With this item, he could begin another grand cultivation plan, which was also the starting point of becoming a supreme powerhouse.

Su Hang slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping around as he searched for the true body of Qiu Jing.

The sky suddenly darkened as a burly man appeared in the air, his body surrounded by radiant red light, with demonic shadows roaring.

"Moon Worshiping Immortal!" A look of shock flashed in Su Hang's eyes.

This was one of the leaders of the demon cultivators from the Foreign Land, a notorious great demon who killed without batting an eye. Although the government suppressed news about the Foreign Land's demon cultivators, reports of this demon's murderous rampages still surfaced online from time to time.

It seems that the mastermind behind everything was not the standing immortals but rather this formidable demon from the Devouring Moon Ancient Clan.

Just as I thought, a mere immortal wouldn't have the guts to lay hands on over 800,000 people in Mei County.

"Die!" Moon Worshiping Immortal stared at him and bellowed.

That command followed natural laws, inducing roars from heaven and earth, forming ripples that spread through the air.

"Die!" "Die!" "Die!"...

The sound repeated, amplifying with each iteration, growing louder and more piercing, like a sword flying in from beyond the heavens, heading straight for Su Hang.

"Finally, someone with a bit of strength has arrived. But you are still just an ant," Su Hang raised his hand and pointed at the nose of the Moon Worshiping Immortal from afar, "The Netherworld Road is long, let me send you on your way."

A giant hand appeared from the depths of the clouds, like a blazing sun, instantly scattering all darkness with an unstoppable force.

"Bang!"

The sonic attack formed by the Moon Worshiping Immortal's voice instantly exploded.

The hand was overwhelmingly forceful as it continued to approach the Moon Worshiping Immortal.

In desperation, the Moon Worshiping Immortal defended himself. He too used the Heaven Devouring Palm, many times more powerful than the likes of standing immortals, with a massive black hole forming in the palm of his hand.

The trees and rocks on the mountain, along with the thousands of people trapped on the summit of Forget-Me Mountain, were all sucked in.

The giant hand made a light sweep, sending all the people away, before continuing its descent like a scorching sun falling from the ninth heaven.

The black hole disappeared in an instant, the physical body of the Moon Worshiping Immortal melting like snow under the sun, with a streak of black light fleeing from within the body, vanishing in a flash.

That black light was the Primordial Spirit of the Moon Worshiping Immortal!