Although Sun Wukong didn’t understand why the jovial person from just moments ago had suddenly attacked him, there was no time to ponder. A streak of ming light shed beneath his feet and he disappeared in an instant, reappearing in the air.


    The Water Arrows that had just been powerful enough topletely freeze an Emperor-Level mid-phase giant bull, even turning its muscles and bones to ice, demonstrated a force to be reckoned with. Sun Wukong had great confidence in his physical body, but why take a hit when you can dodge?


    "Huh? The speed’s pretty good. But I wonder how your other skills measure up." As he spoke, his right hand grasped into the void, and a stream of azure water flowed, transforming into a Square Sky Halberd in less than half a breath’s time. With a flick of his wrist, it turned into an azure Ice Blue Glowing Halberd!


    "I’ve heard that your Golden Hoop is invincible, so today, let’s put my Ice Blue Glowing Halberd to the test!" No sooner had he spoken than Eight-Gods me forcefullyunched himself upward like a cannonball. The halberd in his hands shed with icy brilliance, its lethal aura seeming to slice through the air itself.


    Unfazed, the fighting spirit in Sun Wukong’s eyes soared. "Haha, well met! I’ve been itching for a worthy challenger. Take this!"


    Gold and azure streamers of light crashed together resoundingly. Rings of Mana ripple spread from the center of the twobatants. Looking at the pair again, one could see Eight-Gods me’s Ice Blue Glowing Halberd radiating azure light, the tip leading and the shaft trailing as it fiercely collided with the horizontally positioned Golden Hoop held by Sun Wukong.


    At that moment, two streams of blue mist began to rise behind Eight-Gods me. At his shoulders, the mist quickly formed the shape of wings. A breeze blew by, dispersing the blue fog, revealing icy blue wings on Eight-Gods me’s back. In the next instant, with a violent p, what was an evenly matched fight suddenly changed.


    Sun Wukong, who had been holding off Eight-Gods me’s onught, felt as if he had been struck head-on by a massive fist.


    Eight-Gods me, seizing the momentum, pressed the tip of his halberd against Sun Wukong as he surged forward, his Attack Power at least three times stronger than before. Seeing the situation turn sour, Sun Wukong’s feet traced a path in midair, and two ming Golden Wheels appeared beneath his feet — Sun Wukong’s very own Wind Fire Wheels, a gift from Nezha.


    With the boost from the Wind Fire Wheels, Sun Wukong twisted his arms and, along with Eight-Gods me wielding the Battle Halberd, they continued to whirl around. From a distance, they looked like two tornadoes, one blue and one red.


    Now Sun Wukong had the upper hand. While Eight-Gods me’s wings provided propulsion, they became almost useless once spinningmenced. The Wind Fire Wheels were different, with mes bursting from the two Golden Wheels, instantly knocking Eight-Gods me backward.


    The next moment, there was a thunderous boom. Sun Wukong flipped back with a few somersaults. Before him appeared a deep pit, so profound it seemed bottomless. It was Sun Wukong — using the propulsive force of the Wind Fire Wheels, he had mmed Eight-Gods me into the ground, and then even deeper still.


    "Come out now, I know that didn’t hurt you."


    No sooner had Sun Wukong finished speaking than a blue streak of light shed up from the depths,nding gracefully on the ground. "I didn’t expect you to possess such a Magic Treasure. No wonder you had such speed earlier, all thanks to that marvelous item. But next, we won’t bepeting in speed."


    As soon as he had finished speaking, Eight-Gods me stretched out his arms, and with a loud shout, "Ice Extreme Ancient Armor!" A blue light emerged from his right hand, quickly spreading over him. Within a breath, imposing deep blue Armor had formed on his body. The shoulders of the Armor were shaped like mes, and the breastte featured a lifelike ck Tortoise.


    Behind him was a matching deep blue cape, intricately embroidered with blue mes.


    "This Armor was created when the Water Deity Gonggong and the Fire God Zhurong fought fiercely long ago, theirbined blood absorbed by a miraculous stone. Later, the Aquatic Tribe’s mighty spent a century crafting this set of Armor. Those below the level of Saints cannot even scratch it."


    After introducing the Armor, Eight-Gods me continued, looking at Sun Wukong, "You should put on your Armor too, otherwise others might think that I am taking advantage of you."


    "Hahaha, Armor? I, old Sun, don’t need such things. If it’s a fight you want, then fight, without all this nonsense." Sun Wukong was still furious in his heart. Suddenly attacked without rhyme or reason, and then presented with such a turtle shell-like contraption, implying that fighting him would be taking advantage. How could Sun Wukong not be angry?


    Therefore, Sun Wukong made the first move. With a surge from his legs, a slight twist of his body, and an overhand grip, the Golden Hoop was already swinging. Its oppressive force and momentum were such that the ground cracked. A single blow reduces ten meetings; Sun Wukong had always relied not on Spells or Taoist Arts but on his own formidable strength.


    Facing Sun Wukong’s wrathful strike, even with Ice Extreme Ancient Armor summoned, Eight-Gods me was unwilling to withstand the blow directly. At their level, one nce was enough to gauge the power of the opponent’s attack. Eight-Gods me’s wings fluttered furiously as he flew back, retreating.


    However, Sun Wukong, upon gaining the upper hand, was unforgiving. Each strike was faster than thest, each more ruthless. To his dismay, Eight-Gods me suddenly realized that after dodging Sun Wukong’s first blow, he was unable to counterattack and could only retreat and dodge again and again.


    With every swing that Sun Wukong took, if it hit nothing but air, a ck dot would appear in that space. Clearly, the force contained within the staff was so immense that it punctured a hole in the void. Though notrge, it was enough to illustrate the terrifying nature of Sun Wukong’s attacks.


    If even the void couldn’t withstand it, the consequences if it struck a person would likely be dire. And if Sun Wukong’s staff hit a mountain of ice, no matter how massive, it would instantly be reduced to powder without exception.


    Gradually, Eight-Gods me realized that dodging was bing increasingly difficult. Several times he just barely avoided being hit by the staff. Suddenly, Eight-Gods me understood; he had made a fatal mistake. When brave warriors meet on a narrow path, the braver one wins; he had been intimidated by Sun Wukong’s momentum from the very beginning.


    A flicker of fear had taken root in his heart; that’s why he chose to retreat instead of shing head-on when faced with Sun Wukong’s first staff swing. That retreat spelled his doom.


    Once a person is overwhelmed by another’s aura, defeat is not far off. Realizing this, Eight-Gods me broke out in a cold sweat. The next moment, a roar erupted from Eight-Gods me, "Ice Extreme Ancient Armor, strongest defense!" Then, instead of dodging, Eight-Gods me took Sun Wukong’s blow head-on.


    Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and a hairline fracture appeared on the shoulder of the Ice Extreme Ancient Armor. ncing at the crack with a pang of distress, Eight-Gods me suppressed the urge to vomit blood.


    "Massacre of the Gods, Eight Forms—The First Form! Extreme Ice Condensing Thunder Kill!" The next moment, Eight-Gods me raised both hands high, then brought them down with force. Instantly, countless deep blue thunderbolts struck down. But upon closer inspection, what fell were not bolts of lightning, but icicles shaped like them.


    Every icicle fell like raindrops, piercing through any object they touched, leaving holes in its wake.


    Three breathster, the thunderstorm ceased. Looking around, the area was riddled with dark holes of unknown depth. However, when Eight-Gods me’s gaze settled on the figure standing not far away, he was utterly shocked. Because Sun Wukong stood there,pletely unharmed.


    This was impossible; how could this be conceivable? Even if Sun Wukong had incredibly strong defenses, to emergepletely unscathed was utterly inconceivable. How did he manage it?


    Eight-Gods me looked at Sun Wukong, the shock in his heart lingering for a long time. However, this did not cause Eight-Gods me to retreat, but rather, heunched an even stronger attack.


    "Massacre of the Gods, Eight Forms—The Third Form! Corrosive Poisonous Water Kill!" Eight-Gods me knew Sun Wukong might be the strongest he had encountered, besides that person. If he did not put forth his full effort, he would likely be the one to fail. So he skipped the second form and directly used the third.


    The Third Form relied not on powerful freezing ability and attack power, but on the corrosive power of water. As the saying goes, constant dripping wears away the stone; if ordinary water can pierce stone, then what of his most powerful Silent Destruction Dead Water?


    The next moment, countless droplets emerged around Eight-Gods me, ck as ink, clearly containing terrifying power. Eight-Gods me’s hands fluttered like a butterfly, and with each tap of his fingers, a droplet of water shot towards Sun Wukong.


    In just a few breaths, all the floating droplets around Eight-Gods me had beenunched.


    Looking back at Sun Wukong, who was facing the sky full of droplets, even he could not hide a hint of solemnity. Not wanting to be careless, he shook his right hand gripping the Jingu Bang, and a tuft of what appeared to be firelight shone from one end of the staff. Then, the skyful of droplets had already arrived.


    Sun Wukong’s eyes zed with golden light, then he swung his staff at an inconceivable speed. With each swing, the tip of the Jingu Bang tapped a droplet, and the droplet was extinguished in an instant.


    After five breaths, all was clear around Sun Wukong. The me at the tip of the Jingu Bang went out.


    Only Eight-Gods me remained, staring wide-eyed at Sun Wukong.


    "Massacre of the Gods, Eight Forms—The Fifth Form! Extreme Fire Red me Kill!"