Chapter 153: White Tiger Rosy Clouds

Back when Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, the only ones who truly came to his support were the King of the Repelling Spirit and the King of the Mountain-Packing Lions. The other four fiends were nowhere to be found, and furthermore, the King of the Mountain-Packing Lions was captured and taken up to the heavenly realm. Even when Sun Wukong was suppressed beneath the Five Elements Mountain, not a single faction went to rescue him.

Although the King of the Mountain-Packing Lions was taken to the heavens—making rescue impossible and leaving little to be said—Sun Wukong was merely suppressed under the Five Elements Mountain. Even if a successful rescue was out of the question, there should have been at least some action taken; yet, there was complete silence, without causing a single ripple across the demon realm.

Therefore, in the eyes of quite a few demon kings, the so-called Seven Sages of Flowers and Fruit Mountain were nothing more than a joke. What did it matter even if there were terrifying existences among them that shook the demon realm?

Yet, before the Bull Demon King and the others, they would not dare utter a single syllable about the Seven Sages of Flowers and Fruit Mountain. Back then, quite a few demon kings, relying on their formidable cultivation bases, had dared to discuss the Seven Sages before the Bull Demon King and his peers by way of provocation. The outcome goes without saying: every single one of them was utterly slaughtered. The Flood Demon King was the most ruthless among them, wiping out entire clans and bloodlines without leaving a single survivor.

Once this matter spread throughout the demon realm, indeed no living creature dared to provoke them. However, the Macaque King and the King of the Repelling Spirit were a different story. Their strength ranked at the very bottom among the seven fiends, and quite a few demon kings possessed power exceeding theirs. While they dared not speak even half a word in front of the Bull Demon King and the others, when it came to figures of the Macaque King and the King of the Repelling Spirit's caliber, their talent for digging up painful old wounds was formidable indeed.

"You... don't be too arrogant either. If you've got the guts, go say that in front of Brother Bull Demon King and the others!"

"Humph."

Whether in terms of influence or sheer power within the demon realm, the Bull Demon King was among the very best. Consequently, the bear spirit lacked the immense courage required to discuss the Bull Demon King, so he merely let out a cold snort and launched a frantic assault upon the King of the Repelling Spirit.

Even with the interference of the Macaque King, the King of the Repelling Spirit suffered heavy damage, his body already covered in wounds. Should this continue any longer, the King of the Repelling Spirit would very likely perish at the hands of the bear spirit.

"Extinction of Fire Spirits!"

"Tremor of the Mountain Forests!"

"Wind Fuels the Fire's Might!"

The Macaque King's wind-attribute divine powers provided a certain degree of enhancement to the King of the Repelling Spirit's abilities, but they were still no match for the bear spirit. Under the bear spirit's onslaught, the wounds on the King of the Repelling Spirit worsened once again, while Hu Baisheng, lurking in the shadows, still had not made a move.

Even the Macaque King's expression turned somewhat unsightly. If the King of the Repelling Spirit were to die at the hands of the bear spirit, the Macaque King would retreat at the very first instant. His physical body was of an inferior grade among the demon race; once struck by the bear spirit, his fate would be singular: death.

Yet, in Yuan Wuji's observation, Hu Baisheng was not completely motionless; rather, he was gathering energy for a certain divine power. The offensive force generated by this ability would undoubtedly be terrifying, and Yuan Wuji could sense the threat it posed.

Even though the bear spirit's defense ranked high among the Taiyi Loose Immortals, taking a direct hit from Hu Baisheng would still result in severe injuries.

The King of the Repelling Spirit was already at the end of his tether; Hu Baisheng had to make a move, otherwise the King of the Repelling Spirit was bound to perish at the hands of the bear spirit. Judging by the Macaque King's posture, he was already preparing his escape.

A piercing flash of brilliant white light erupted from Hu Baisheng's chest, shooting straight toward the bear spirit's back. The bear spirit never expected another demon king to launch a sneak attack from behind. With no time to react, he could only hastily summon a barrier of magical power across his back.

With a loud crash, the barrier of magical power was like a sheet of white paper before the blinding light, instantly obliterated by it. Without a shred of doubt, the white light struck the bear spirit squarely in the back, sending him flying halfway up the slope of a distant peak and blasting out a massive crater.

As for the master of that other mountain peak, they dared not utter a single word of complaint, merely huddling obediently within their palace.

When the smoke and dust cleared, revealing the wretched figure within, the bear spirit had lost his previous imposing aura. The armor upon his body had been shattered into scraps, and a bloody crater gaped across his back.

"How is it possible... he can still stand up?"

Seeing the bear spirit slowly clawing his way out of the crater, the Macaque King's tone revealed a hint of instability.

"What is there to fear? Having taken my White Tiger Divine Glow, he's at the very least half-dead and poses no threat whatsoever. If I didn't take his life just now, taking it now amounts to the same thing."

Hu Baisheng had already arrived beside the Macaque King and the King of the Repelling Spirit. Seeing that the King of the Repelling Spirit had not died at the bear spirit's hands, he let out an inward sigh of relief.

"You go to the rear and rest. Leave this to me and the King of the Repelling Spirit."

"Very well."

Aware of his own condition, the King of the Repelling Spirit did not stand on ceremony with Hu Baisheng. He quickly withdrew from the battlefield, sat down to the side, and began recuperating from his injuries.

Seeing the King of the Repelling Spirit step away, Hu Baisheng focused all his energy on the bear spirit. Having witnessed the bear spirit's defense earlier, Hu Baisheng did not drop his guard in the slightest, even in the opponent's heavily injured state.

"So it was you, little cat, who launched a sneak attack on me?"

Crawling out of the pit and spotting the appearance of the demon king who had ambushed him, the bear spirit disregarded his own injuries and lunged straight toward Hu Baisheng.

Even with the bloody crater gaping upon his back, the bear spirit still projected an overwhelming, crushing weight upon Hu Baisheng, like facing an immense mountain.

"You've got some grit, still able to stand. It seems I must ensure you can never stand up again."

A black staff appeared in Hu Baisheng's grip. Amidst the heavy, tense atmosphere, the Macaque King took the initiative to launch the attack.

The Macaque King's weapon was also a staff, yet it fell far short of the weapon in Hu Baisheng's hands. The instant Hu Baisheng displayed his armament, a glint of greed flashed within the bear spirit's eyes as he looked upon it.

Not every demon king possessed a powerful weapon; the bear spirit's own armament was merely a top-grade Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure, whereas Hu Baisheng's weapon was at least at the pinnacle of Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasures. How could the bear spirit not be tempted?

Seeing that the bear spirit actually ignored him and instead fixated his gaze upon Hu Baisheng's weapon, the Macaque King felt a surge of unmitigated fury.

"Stupid bear, go to hell!"

The Macaque King's aura shifted drastically. His previously unimaginable speed suddenly transformed into a violent, explosive presence the moment he closed in on the bear spirit.

"Not good!"

Sensing danger, the bear spirit swiftly mounted a counterattack. The violent tempest of energy swept over him, forcing the bear spirit to stagger back three paces.

With a crisp clang, the exchange ended in a stalemate. The Macaque King failed to achieve any substantial results; his sole harvest was aggravating the bloody crater on the bear spirit's back just a bit further.

However, Hu Baisheng's follow-up attack arrived immediately, showing no intention of giving the bear spirit a moment to catch his breath. Hu Baisheng's offensive was noticeably trickier to deal with than the Macaque King's, especially the continuous, unbroken chain of strikes that caused the bear spirit's complexion to turn increasingly pale.

Blood continued to gush from the bear spirit's back, but he had no leisure to attend to it. Under the relentless barrage of attacks from both Hu Baisheng and the Macaque King, the bear spirit began to run out of stamina. In particular, the unique aura emanating from Hu Baisheng during his assaults incessantly disrupted the primordial blood within the bear spirit's body—the wound on his back being the primary reason he was gradually losing his ability to hold out.