Great Demon Sun Wukong

The little fox, already in a state of frantic sprinting, seemed to remember something extremely terrifying upon hearing Xi Zhao’s words. Its already lightning-fast speed abruptly increased again. It had reached ten times the speed of Sun Wukong, and it had not yet reached its limit.

Just when Sun Wukong and the other thought the little fox’s speed couldn’t get any faster, a pale white fox-fire suddenly burst forth from its four paws.

And as soon as these four clusters of fox-fire appeared, they rapidly spread over the little fox’s entire body. Although the fox-fire enveloped the little fox, Xi Zhao, and Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong and the other didn’t feel the slightest heat. Instead, there was a bone-chilling coolness.

After the emergence of the fox-fire, the little fox’s speed began to increase yet again, breaking the sound barrier and gradually reaching one times the speed of sound, ten times the speed of sound, thirty times the speed of sound, until finally stopping at fifty times the speed of sound!

Normally, sound travels at about 340 meters per second, ten times would be 3400 meters per second, thirty times would be over ten thousand meters per second, and fifty times about seventeen thousand meters per second.

In other places, this speed might not be considered particularly fast, but not here—this is the Netherworld World, a world of souls. The reason souls are intangible and invisible in other worlds but can materialize here is because the gravity, or density, of this world is far greater than in other worlds—much more so than in the other Great Divine Nations.

Running in this world is like running through the earth in other worlds. Therefore, speeds possible outside are reduced here by hundreds or thousands of times. In small worlds, Daluo Golden Immortals and above can fly freely; in intermediate worlds, Unity Dao Saints and above can fly freely; in high-level worlds, only beings with Dao Patterns and above can fly.

In the Six Great Divine Nations, only those with Four Patterns and above can fly freely. In the Netherworld World, flight is a capability reserved solely for the Nine Patterns Supreme.

From this, one can see how terrifying the quality of the Netherworld World is. Even for an ordinary Nine Patterns Supreme, the maximum speed is around fifty times the speed of sound. So far, only Domain Lord Yue Huangquan, who holds the World Suppressing Stele, can completely ignore the rules of the Netherworld World and push his speed to the limit.

Thus, the little fox’s speed had already reached the level of a Nine Patterns Supreme, but Xi Zhao’s brows did not unfurl as the fox-fire enveloped them. With Xi Zhao’s and my protection from the fox-fire, we didn’t have to worry about the speed affecting us. I was about to ask when Xi Zhao suddenly said heavily, "That Yao Wumeng is still behind us, and getting closer!"

After speaking, Xi Zhao suddenly bent down, passed me, placed his head on the little fox’s back, and shouted loudly, "Can you go any faster? Otherwise, we’re really going to die!"

Whether the little fox sprinting madly had heard Xi Zhao’s words or not, I suddenly felt my entire body flung backward. Were it not for Xi Zhao’s prepared grasp, I might have been thrown off. Quickly settling back into position, I was by then completely lying on the little fox’s back.

"Indeed, fifty times the speed of sound is not her limit. It’s just uncertain how long she can maintain this speed. Whether we live or die today, it all depends on her!"

After Xi Zhao finished speaking, Sun Wukong carefully sensed and found that the little fox’s speed had reached a terrifying half the speed of light—normal light speed is about 300,000 kilometers per second! Half light speed would be approximately 150,000 kilometers per second, which was who knows how many times faster than Sun Wukong’s Cloud Somersault.

Fortunately, the Netherworld World was so vast it seemed boundless. In the Pangu Realm, the little fox would have probably smashed into the void the moment it started. At this point, Xi Zhao finally slowly exhaled, because he felt that Yao Wumeng’s aura was getting farther and farther away. Evidently, even Yao Wumeng, as powerful as he was, couldn’t possibly achieve this speed.

Probably only Domain Lord Yue Huangquan himself could catch up to the little fox!

Seeing Xi Zhao relax, Sun Wukong knew that they had likely escaped disaster this time. Should they have really faced Yao Wumeng, it would have been a matter of life and death, and no longer something that could be countered by mere treasures or powerful techniques. He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at his own weakness.

He had declared long before that he would never run away again or be chased like a stray dog, but this time, alas!

Seeing Sun Wukong sigh, Xi Zhao wanted to offer some words of comfort, but at that moment, it seemed the little fox had suddenly collided with something. The two men and the fox were flung far away. Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao sustained extremely serious injuries instantaneously—had it not been for their resolute wills, they might have already passed out.

Even if they did not pass out immediately, it wasn’t much better. Sun Wukong felt as if all his bones were broken, with unbearable pain, and he couldn’t even move a finger!

Xi Zhao was much the same, with almost all his bones shattered. Only the peculiar state of being a soul spared them from death—a corporeal world would have meant instant death from such an impact!

Xi Zhao’s powerful soul also sensed many things Sun Wukong did not notice, such as the fact that the little fox didn’t just bump into something unexpectedly. At that moment, there was a ripple in space, and thereafter Xi Zhao felt a surge of Sword Intent, though the duration was too brief to grasp any details. But at least he was confident that someone had come to intercept them.

Although their minds were still clear, their bodies were completely immobile. As Sun Wukong tried to summon the Five-Colored Divine Stone for healing, he suddenly thought of the little fox. Both he and Xi Zhao were seriously injured while on its back; what about the little fox who bore the brunt of the collision?

Though the little fox was fast, it was not strong, and such a violent collision could very well have shattered its soul on the spot! The thought filled Sun Wukong’s heart with waves of fear. But with every bone in his body broken and the slightest motion causing excruciating pain, it took great effort for Sun Wukong to even turn his head.

But when he turned his head, he saw not the little fox but Xi Zhao, who was also lying on the ground, immobilized, and a person standing beside Xi Zhao!

Since Xi Zhao’s head was laying sideways on the ground, and because the person was very tall, Xi Zhao couldn’t make out the person’s appearance. Even so, Sun Wukong immediately recognized him—it was Yao Wumeng! n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

With two giant swords in hand, muscles bulging all over the body, and sharp bone spurs protruding from the joints—who else could it be but Yao Wumeng? How could this be? Hadn’t the little fox shaken him off? How could he move so fast? Could it be that the one the little fox had run into was him? Or did he intentionally let them escape, only to appear suddenly?

Instantly, Sun Wukong’s mind was a mess, desperately trying to turn his head to look for the little fox. But his neck bones were broken; it was impossible to turn his head elsewhere.

At this moment, Yao Wumeng suddenly spoke, "Did you really think you could escape? The prey that Yao Wumeng sets his eyes on has never gotten away! No matter what kind of existence you were in life, now, you are my captive. Heh heh, do you know why you’re not dead? It’s not because you’re lucky; it’s because I’m looking for something inside your body. If I find it, that will be interesting, hahaha!"

Because Xi Zhao’s head was turned away from Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong guessed that Xi Zhao’s entire skeleton must also be shattered, he couldn’t see Xi Zhao’s expression at that time. But Sun Wukong knew that Yao Wumeng was probably going to do something harmful to Xi Zhao.

"Hey, you, Yao Wumeng, come here. There’s something even better inside your grandpa Sun’s body. You should search inside your grandpa Sun first!"

After saying these words, Sun Wukong was in so much pain he was close to passing out. However, his strong willpower allowed him to stay conscious.

"Oh? That’s right, I almost forgot, you monkey, you have a World Suppressing Stele. Tsk tsk, such a fine thing indeed. Looks like I’ve really hit the jackpot today. Not only did I catch the little princess, but I also got an unexpected prize!"

Despite saying this, Yao Wumeng did not shift his focus and was still staring at Xi Zhao’s body, as if he wanted to see through something.

"You monster, your grandpa Sun is calling you, don’t you hear? Don’t make your grandpa Sun angry! With your freakish appearance, it’s an honor for you to be spoken to by grandpa Sun!"

Seeing that Yao Wumeng was ignoring him, Sun Wukong became anxious and hastily cursed in pain. After spewing those few words, all Sun Wukong could do was gasp for air.

Having been insulted by Sun Wukong repeatedly, even the good-tempered Yao Wumeng could not help but become enraged, particularly since he was not a kind-hearted soul. With a ferocious smile, suddenly, Sun Wukong felt a strong breeze beside him, and then he saw Yao Wumeng’s Tyrant Sword Juque slashing down towards his legs!

Yao Wumeng was not foolish; he knew that if Sun Wukong died, the World Suppressing Stele would likely select another master, which would be very troublesome. So his intention was merely to chop off Sun Wukong’s legs as a lesson.

However, just as the Tyrant Sword Juque was about to land on Sun Wukong’s legs, a broadsword suddenly extended from the void. The broadsword had a snow-white blade, was very wide, and had three large iron rings on its spine; on the side of the hilt was an ancient seal script character for "king."

The moment this broadsword appeared, it blocked beneath the Tyrant Sword, and no matter how hard Yao Wumeng exerted himself, he could not move it an inch. Soon after, a figure emerged from the void.

This man was a middle-aged bruiser wearing coarse clothes, with a square face and short hair, and standing around two meters tall. His muscular body exuded a sense of robust strength. Moreover, from the moment he appeared, he inadvertently radiated an overwhelming and domineering aura.

"Who goes there? Why do you obstruct me!"