Great Demon Sun Wukong

Looking at the countless dragons from all directions roaring and scrambling to dive towards him, Jixin's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. The visual impact and momentum of millions of dragons were completely different from that of a single dragon. Facing that one blood dragon, Jixin was able to charge into its momentum and cut it into pieces.

But now, Jixin suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation. Moreover, his Divine Consciousness Scouting revealed that the countless dragons in the sky were all corporeal, not illusions created from Mana or Spiritual Power. This was terrifying—the dragons were far beyond the likes of Tongtian Worms or Black Mirror Scorpions from the previous night.

Each possessed the strength of a Nine Patterns Supreme and had merged with more than seven of the Laws. Although none held the Nine Laws of a Supreme Giant Dragon, the sheer number was staggering. Could it be that the Six-Eared fellow had summoned the entire Dragon Realm?

There wasn't much time for Jixin to think, as the appearance of the myriad of dragons had already filled the entire sky, like a vast mass of dark clouds. As the Six-Eared Macaque raised his right hand and swung it down fiercely, the circling dragons above suddenly let out a world-shaking dragon chant.

The dragon roar of nearly ten thousand dragons was so powerful that it could shake the heavens and earth, audible across a great part of the Sand Realm.

Directly below the dragons, Jixin was completely enveloped by the dragon chant, shaking his mind to the point where his Divine Consciousness nearly collapsed. However, Jixin did not sit idly by but instead bit fiercely into the back of his hand. As he bit down, fresh blood gushed out, spreading rapidly across his body, merging with the purple patterns on his skin.

Once the blood fully merged with the purple patterns, a burst of purple and red light exploded from Jixin's body, like a firework. Clenching his fists, he slammed them together and then abruptly raised his head and roared, "Come at me, mere crawling worms, what do I, Jixin, have to fear!"

Seemingly infuriated by Jixin's words, the already diving dragons accelerated once more. Before the echo of Jixin's declaration faded, a dragon about thirty meters long, shimmering with golden light, had already slammed fiercely into Jixin's chest.

However, Jixin merely leaned back slightly, stabilizing himself. Clamping the dragon's head under his left arm, his right fist shimmered with purple and red light and transformed into a rhinoceros horn, which he unhesitatingly punched into the golden dragon's head.

With the punch connecting, the purple and red patterns crazily spread over the golden dragon's body, and in the span of a breath, the once golden dragon turned purple and red. Jixin's fist then opened and clamped shut, and the thirty-meter long golden dragon exploded into countless golden fragments. With a wave of his hand, those fragments scattered into nothingness.

Yet Jixin had no time to catch his breath before another fifty-meter long black dragon bit into his left shoulder. At this moment, Jixin's body was covered with the purple and red patterns, his defensive power at its strongest, causing the black dragon's bite to leave behind mere white marks on his sturdy upper body.

Without turning his body, Jixin raised his right hand, which transformed into a palm with a ferocious bear's head. Then, he pressed his palm directly onto the black dragon's head. This time, the bear head on the right palm instantly turned into a purple and red aurora that shot from the dragon's head to its tail, tearing open the dragon's body.

As the purple and red light pierced through the black dragon, the creature burst into purple flames and, within a breath, the flames reduced it to nothing. However, more dragons, from front, back, left, and right, continued to charge at Jixin, either ramming head-on or biting with their mouths, and some dragons twisted their bodies, whipping their tails across.

Looking at these frenzied dragons, Jixin suddenly sat down cross-legged, forming a hand seal similar to the Immovable King Seal. He chanted in a low voice, "Purple Patterned Immortality, the Immovable King Tower!" With that declaration, the purple and red patterns on his body seemed to come to life, rapidly expanding into the void.

In just two breaths, a solid tower entirely composed of purple and red, standing ten meters tall, appeared out of thin air.

There sat Jixin, cross-legged on the fifth level of the tower while he continuously muttered incantations. As the tower formed, five dragons attacked it, biting and sweeping their tails, only to be enveloped and disintegrated silently by countless spreading purple and red patterns.

But the dragons did not regard their own lives, seemingly unaware of the instant death of their kin, they continued to madly rush towards the tower. Ten dragons, fifty, a hundred, three hundred, five hundred... The dragons kept sacrificing themselves, and the purple and red tower also slowly shrank, as if the annihilation of each dragon consumed part of the tower's energy.

When the last of the sky-filling dragons, which were like dark clouds, had dissipated, two whole Chinese Hours had already passed. And after the final dragon, measuring a hefty eight hundred meters long, vanished, the great tower twisted and then collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Simultaneously with the shattering of the tower, Six-Eared Macaque suddenly appeared behind Jixin, who was seated cross-legged on the ground, holding the blood-red Crimson Blood Roaming Dragon Staff, which now rested on Jixin's shoulder.

"You've lost, hand over the Domain Bead, and I might consider sparing your life!" However, just as Six-Eared Macaque finished speaking, a sudden bad feeling flashed through his mind. Without a second word, he instantly turned around while swinging the Crimson Blood Roaming Dragon Staff in front of him.

At almost the same moment, a three-meter-long purple-red arrow had already collided with the Crimson Blood Roaming Dragon Staff wielded by Six-Eared Macaque.

"Who loses and who wins is not yet certain. Now, let the second round of battle begin!"

A thousand li away from Six-Eared Macaque, a person with six arms, holding three purple long bows, was standing atop a sand dune.

Compared to the fierce battle between Six-Eared Macaque and Jixin, the fight between Yao Wumeng and Bi Hai seemed somewhat eerie. Because from start to finish, Bi Hai had been sitting cross-legged in mid-air, continually playing different tunes on his jade flute. Yao Wumeng stood at a distance, somewhat headache-stricken, with two giant swords inserted in front of him, looking sullenly at Bi Hai.

Although Bi Hai had made a move at the beginning of the Six Kingdoms War to try to kill Hao Chen, it was incomparable to the current situation. After absorbing the mysterious crystal over the past two days, Bi Hai's overall strength had changed dramatically. Similar to Six-Eared Macaque, Bi Hai was also a lucky one in this Six Kingdoms War.

Because he too was of the Earth Attribute, after absorbing a large amount of the Mysterious Crystal, Bi Hai had gained a whole new powerful ability. It was this ability that left the powerful Yao Wumeng helpless against him, and after nearly a Chinese Hour of frenzied attack, Yao Wumeng was almost ready to give up.

In that time, Yao Wumeng first used the Tyrant Sword's Heavy Slash, hoping to use brute force to attack Bi Hai, but after using almost all his moves to no effect, Yao Wumeng planned to use Fenji's World of Flames. But in the end, not only did he deploy the World of Flames but also his strongest tactic, the Flame Realm, and still could not get the better of Bi Hai. Read new chapters at empire

In the end, Yao Wumeng attacked with both Twin Swords, even combining the Heavy Slash of the Tyrant Sword with the World of Flames, but the outcome almost drove Yao Wumeng mad. No matter how he attacked, he just couldn't injure Bi Hai at all. From beginning to end, Bi Hai sat in mid-air playing the jade flute, only changing the tunes in response to Yao Wumeng's attacks.

But no matter what tune it was, they all served one purpose—defense. So after a Chinese Hour, Bi Hai was still sitting in mid-air as if nothing had happened, playing his flute, while Yao Wumeng, after exhausting all options except for one final tactic, had tried everything else once.

Except for the Fire Stream God, which allowed him to break through a barrier, the rest couldn't even scratch it, and damnably, there were three layers of barriers, each a different color.

"You're Bi Hai from Myriad Gods Hall, right? I, Yao Wumeng, will remember you. But don't think I have no way of dealing with you. It's just that this Six Kingdoms War isn't the right place to use that tactic; otherwise, no matter how strong your defense, it would be useless!"

Done talking, Yao Wumeng packed up his twin swords and turned to walk away, seemingly unconcerned that Bi Hai might attack from behind. Bi Hai, seated in the void, watched Yao Wumeng walk away, gently put down the jade flute, and then sighed softly.

"I really don't know if what I'm doing is a good thing or a bad thing!"