Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong

The Void-Breaking Starry Eyes could break through any array barrier in the world, but that didn't mean it did so unnoticed. As far as Sun Wukong could see, once the Void-Breaking Starry Eyes cracked an opening on the barrier surrounding the Island Protection Formation, it would definitely draw the attention of the Evil Race on the island. Sneaking in silently seemed highly unlikely.

"Since sneaking in is not an option, let's just force our way in!"

After taking a deep breath, Sun Wukong made up his mind. He reached to his ear and pulled out the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, which, upon being swung in the air, grew as thick as the mouth of a bowl and as long as about ten feet. A pair of golden beams shot out from his eyes and illuminated the rod, causing a brilliant golden light and blazing Chaos Fire to emanate from it.

The next moment, Sun Wukong yelled loudly, leaped into the air, and then swooped down, fiercely slamming his rod onto the barrier.

If they were going to fight, there was no need to hide anything. He might as well shatter the entire Island Protection Formation!

Boom!

A thunderous roar shook the entire Evil Emperor Island. The unmatched destructive power of the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, combined with the strength of the Void-Breaking Starry Eyes, left the island's barrier defenseless. Accompanied by a shattering noise like glass breaking, a web of cracks spread from the point of impact, quickly covering the entire barrier.

Crack!

Sun Wukong pointed his finger lightly on the cracked barrier, which instantly shattered into countless pieces. These pieces scattered into the air and quickly dissipated into wisps of nature's spiritual energy, revealing the entirety of Evil Emperor Island starkly before Sun Wukong.

"Who dares to run wild on my Evil Emperor Island?"

"You scoundrel! Daring to break my barrier, are you tired of living?"

"Where did this monkey come from, daring to stir up trouble on my Evil Emperor Island, seeking death!"

From across the island, angry roars erupted, and soon after, figures engulfed in endless evil aura soared into the sky and flew towards Sun Wukong, surrounding him in the middle.

These were the formidable warriors of the Evil Race, with the weakest among them being in the Da Luo Golden Immortal Realm, much more powerful than the Evil Race member Sun Wukong had defeated earlier.

It seemed the Evil Race still had some strength; otherwise, they wouldn't dare meddle in the Journey to the West to Seek Scriptures!

A glint of cold light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and his expression turned severe, "Sadly, you've messed with the wrong person!"

"The wrong person—do you mean you? Boy, did something jab your brain? Want grandpa here to crack open your skull and check?" Ha, ha, ha!"

An Evil Race member, a half-step Quasi-Saint, laughed uproariously at Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong hadn't revealed his cultivation aura, so to these Evil Race members, Sun Wukong's highest potential was just the Quasi-Saint level. With so many powerful beings here, a single spit from any one of them would be enough to drown Sun Wukong.

"Crack open for a check? Sure, you can try! But I'm afraid, you just don't have what it takes!"

With a cold laugh, Sun Wukong gripped the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod with both hands and stretched his head towards the Evil Race's half-step Quasi-Saint, "Come on then, let Old Sun give you a chance!"

"Arrogant!"

The laughter of the Evil Race's half-step Quasi-Saint member stopped, his face suddenly darkened—Sun Wukong's actions were a clear contempt for him!

"Boy, you're seeking your own death, it's nobody else's fault!"

With a fierce shout, the Evil Race's half-step Quasi-Saint swung his Wolf Fang Club aggressively at Sun Wukong's head.

Duang!

A dull thump sounded, Sun Wukong didn't move an inch, not a single hair on his head was harmed; instead, the Evil Race's half-step Quasi-Saint was knocked back half a step.

"What a hard head!"

The Quasi-Saint level expert from the Evil Race's face grew stern as he swung the Wolf Fang Club again, smashing it down onto Sun Wukong's head.

Duang! Dang! Dang!

A series of booming sounds rang out, yet Sun Wukong remained completely unmoved, as though what was smashing onto his head was not a spike-covered Wolf Fang Club, but a mere small stick.

After continuously hitting him for a long time, the breathless Quasi-Saint level expert ceased his effort, only to see that most of the spikes on the Wolf Fang Club had been broken off, whereas Sun Wukong's scalp didn't have even a scratch!

"Had enough? Is it my turn to hit back yet?"

Sun Wukong patted his scalp, grinned at the Quasi-Saint level expert of the Evil Race, and the next moment, the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, accompanied by the intense sound of thunder, furiously smashed down on the face of the Quasi-Saint level expert.

Splat!

Like smashing a rotten watermelon, the Quasi-Saint level adversary from the Evil Race had not the slightest resistance under Sun Wukong's attack. His skull was directly smashed apart, and even his Primordial Spirit failed to escape, completely obliterated alongside him.

The headless body plummeted downward, blood spraying in mid-air, while Sun Wukong treated the incident as though he had done something utterly trivial, shook his hand holding the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, flinging off a strand of fresh blood, then pointed at the falling headless body which exploded in mid-air and turned into a rain of debris.

"Hiss~!"

A chorus of gasps rose, the faces of the experts from the Evil Race no longer bore traces of mockery, as each of them looked towards Sun Wukong as if they had seen a ghost.

"Who else wants their melon split by yours truly?"

Sun Wukong surveyed the multitude of experts from the Evil Race with a cold sneer.

"You, just who exactly are you?"

The group from the Evil Race began to retreat, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Sun Wukong. That was a Quasi-Saint level expert, easily finished by Sun Wukong with just one strike, without any capacity to resist. What kind of terror had they stumbled upon?

"My name?"

Sun Wukong's sinister smile rose, and a towering aura surged around him, "From today for the next ten thousand years, you will all remember this name—I am the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun, Wu, Kong!"

"Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong? You are the Sect Hierarch of the Flower-Fruit Mountain Demon Cult!"

The group of powerful individuals from the Evil Race finally couldn't help but exclaim. They now knew who this fearsome figure was: the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong, one of the three great giants of the Three Realms from the Flower-Fruit Mountain Demon Cult!

How had this fearsome being ended up at Evil Emperor Island?

"Sun Wukong, my Evil Race has no past grievances or recent grudges with your Demon Clan, why do you trouble my people of the Evil Race?"

A Quasi-Saint level expert from the Evil Race shouted fiercely, considering this was Evil Emperor Island, the land of the Evil Race, even with Sun Wukong's renowned power, they could not just retreat!

"No past grievances, no recent grudges? Don't you feel ashamed saying such things?"

Sun Wukong's aura intensified, "What have you from the Evil Race been up to all these years, do I really need to remind you one by one? Enough nonsense, I've come today, and I certainly won't leave easily! Prepare yourselves!"