This move, first demonstrated by Emperor Gouchen during their initial confrontation.

Now, as Sun Wukong executes it, it's as if the pupil has surpassed the master, displaying an unparalleled domineering force, invincible in every aspect.

With just one strike, a radius of a hundred meters around the Palace of the Polestar is engulfed by blinding light, blurring out all vision temporarily.

But soon, the smoke and dust disperse, and Emperor Gouchen stands there with a trail of blood on his arm.

"How could this be possible!"

Disbelief fills his eyes, his voice hoarse, his heart somewhat shaken.

Sun Wukong stands nearby, wielding his Jingu Bang, using the previous move to gauge Emperor Gouchen's strength.

The conclusion is that, although Emperor Gouchen is strong, his power is not enough to threaten him.

Sun Wukong grips his staff anew, the strong wind tugging at the cape on his back, flapping like a war banner.

Emperor Gouchen takes a moment to regulate his breath, clenches the Heavy Sword in both hands, and with a forceful stomp charges head-on towards Sun Wukong.

In the blink of an eye, loud booming sounds are relentless.

Their sword and staff clash tens of times.

The distant Immortals can only see flashes of gold and white colliding in the sky, separating with the sound of thunder, then clashing again with even greater speed.

Their confrontation churns the sea of clouds in the sky, upending heaven and earth.

The dazzling Immortal Light intertwines, weaving what seems like a massive net out of thin air.

The shockwaves from the clashing staff and sword whip up a deadly windstorm, forcing everyone around, without Emperor Qinghua's need to intervene, to retreat in fear.

The rolling dust and debris engulf the Heavenly Palace like a sandstorm darkening the sun, tearing everything in its path to shreds in an instant.

Someone appears at the edge of the battlefield, raising a hand, silver light pooling from his palm, tearing through the approaching dust and gale, shielding the Immortals.

The power of Heavenly Dao circulates, instantly restoring clarity to heaven and earth.

That is the Jade Emperor.

He stands composed upon the clouds, his robes billowing, squinting as he looks toward the fray.

The battle between Sun Wukong and Emperor Gouchen is fiercely intense, the violent winds engulfing palaces and ruins.

Those structures that stood in the Heavenly Palace for more than ten thousand years are now ruined in a blink.

After the fierce winds comes a blazing inferno.

What was once the clear and radiant Heavenly Palace is now cast in a gloomy, dark red by the flames.

"We must aid Emperor Gouchen!"

The Immortals are restless, ready to join the fray, but are immobilized by a spell from Emperor Qinghua.

"You cannot change anything."

Ever since Sun Wukong awoke, the fate of the Heavenly Palace was sealed; even the collective power of all Immortals can't withstand the current Sun Wukong.

In an instant, the sky is filled with countless Sword Intents, transforming into a cold gleam interwoven with the Jingu Bang's flashing golden light.

The battlefield is engulfed by the thunderous roar of explosions, with gleaming sparks flying nonstop.

A figure crashes into the ground with force, creating a deep crater.

"Demon Monkey, you..."

Emperor Gouchen spits out a mouthful of blood as he tries to speak.

Struggling to stand, his body aches as if scorched by flames, yet he firmly grips his Heavy Sword and soars into the sky, his eyes filled with endless murderous intent.

He can't believe that despite embodying the will of all Heavenly Palace's Immortals, he still cannot defeat Sun Wukong.

"Emperor Gouchen, let me assist you."

Recognizing the situation, Huangjiao Great Immortal lends a hand.

Following Emperor Gouchen, he soars skyward, waving his sleeve to summon a magical map, shooting a myriad of threads towards Sun Wukong.

"Well fought."

Sun Wukong welcomes the challengers, gripping his Golden Hoop Staff to meet the combined assault of the two.

Three figures and countless threads weave and dart across the sky; even the Immortals struggle to discern their movements. The only following constant is the bright sparks of their weapons colliding like lightning.

Emperor Gouchen and Huangjiao Great Immortal join forces, their sword flashes and threads weaving deathly glimmers around Sun Wukong.

Bunches of flames sprout like gorgeous showers of flowers from their colliding weapons, landing in every corner of the Heavenly Palace, igniting sudden surges of flames lighting up the area.

A terrifying storm of immortal power shakes the Heavenly Palace, shattering the distant walls of Doushuai Temple, startiling The Three Pure Ones and their disciples into flight.

Before long, Emperor Gouchen and Huangjiao Great Immortal begin to falter.

Sun Wukong feels a trace of regret.

"It seems the Buddha truly will not come."

If he were coming, he should have already arrived.

That cunning fellow.

Sun Wukong no longer held back, a gleaming light flashed in his eyes, and the image of Wanling flickered behind him.

He lifted the Jingu Bang, the splendid and dazzling staff cycled with flames, emitting a radiance that poured out with his movements.

After a single swing, the heavens shattered and earth split, and two fiery figures were struck to the ground.

"Damn it..."

Gouchen tried to struggle, but Sun Wukong reached out and called forth, and Gouchen's Heavy Sword flew out of his grip and into the palm of Sun Wukong.

"Talismanic Diagrams and Records."

Sun Wukong looked at the treasure that had transformed into a bamboo slip in his hand, no longer important to him, but still of some use.

"You're mine now."

Sun Wukong eradicated the seal within, then threw the diagram, which suddenly turned into a massive mountain and pressed down towards those two.

"Sun Wukong, how dare you—"

The words of Huangjiao Immortal were left unfinished as he was crushed beneath the mountain.

In trouble now, Gouchen immediately sought to dodge, but only heard a thunderous boom and saw a dazzling white light.

Gouchen's body was in severe pain, also pinned down by the mountain, and alongside Huangjiao Immortal, they had no choice but to plummet from the sky.

Violent winds swept past the two as they uncontrollably fell swiftly downwards.

"Sun Wukong—"

Gouchen and Huangjiao Immortal roared in rage, but to no avail.

At this moment, demons and mortals looking up at the sky could see a mountain plummeting from the heavens.

Sun Wukong's fingertips ignited with flames, he wrote the character for "seal" in midair, and slapped it towards the mountain, from which a streak of golden light shot out.

Immediately thereafter, a deafening boom sounded, and the mountain fell into the sea, never to be heard again.

The battle had come to this point, Gouchen and Huangjiao Immortal had fallen.

The Immortals witnessing this were greatly frightened; how had Sun Wukong become so terrifying!

Emperor Qinghua was right, no one in the Three Realms could stop Sun Wukong now.

"Sun Wukong!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

A thunderous roar could be heard from afar.

The clouds to the north of Palace of the Polestar were dark and dense, with the reassembled hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals angrily looking down at the battlefield ablaze with fire, ready to charge into the battle once more.

"Charge!"

Emperor Ziwei commanded.

Heavenly Soldiers ushered with endless Spell radiance charged towards Sun Wukong.

Yet as soon as they arrived, Sun Wukong's Jingu Bang radiated even brighter golden light.

With a casual swing, a whirlwind kicked up a terrifying storm, the Marching Cloud crumbled upon contact, and the nearby Heavenly Soldiers lost consciousness in the blink of an eye.

Countless light and shadows streaked across the sky and fell to the Mortal World, like a magnificent meteor shower.

"Who's next?"

Sun Wukong, with the Jingu Bang resting on his shoulder, asked while floating in the air.

The Jade Emperor stood below, fists clenched, his heart bleeding as if.

He watched Sun Wukong at the very center.

Proudly standing, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.

So strong...

In the Three Realms, truly one of a kind.

Sun Wukong shifted his gaze to the Jade Emperor.

"Shall we continue?"

He asked softly.

The Jade Emperor closed his eyes, and upon reopening them, countless twisting space Plain Swords manifested behind him.

Those were Tribulation Swords.

Even if power was out of reach, he still had the dignity of the Heavenly Emperor.

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