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The deployment was complete, and it was nearly the hour of the tiger. Tang Seng issued orders for everyone to set up the "Beauty Seeking Husband Formation" and, under the cover of night, they set off towards the Western Rong Kingdom.
The army moved forward like a massive black dragon, winding through the darkness. Tang Seng rode at the front on his white horse, wielding the Nine-Sectioned Staff, which glimmered coldly in the moonlight.
"Remember, use the yellow military flag as a signal; do not confuse it!" Tang Seng's voice echoed in the silent night sky, carrying an undeniable authority.
"Understood!" the soldiers responded in unison, their voices booming and startling countless birds from the trees.
As the army reached a bend in the mountains, flames soared into the sky ahead, accompanied by deafening shouts of battle.
"Report! Enemy forces detected ahead!" a scout galloped in, kneeling on one knee to report to Tang Seng.
"They have finally arrived!" A cold smile crept across Tang Seng's lips as a glint of excitement sparkled in his eyes.
The Wanderer, acting as the vanguard, could no longer contain his battle fervor. He leaped forward to the front lines and saw that across from them, banners were waving and a fierce army stood ready.
"Who goes there? State your name!" The Wanderer shouted, brandishing his Ruyi Jingu Bang.
From among the opposing ranks emerged a general wearing a golden crown and chainmail, wielding a gleaming large blade. He urged his horse forward and arrogantly replied, "I am Paramita King! You nameless wretch, who dares to challenge me?"
Upon hearing this, The Wanderer laughed heartily, his laughter filled with disdain and mockery that echoed like thunder in the valley. "I am Sun Wuhuan, vanguard under the banner of General Killing Green of Great Tang! Have you heard of me?" The general known as Paramita King had a leopard-like head with fierce eyes and a face adorned with thick whiskers; he was renowned as a fierce warrior in the Western Rong Kingdom. Initially taken aback by this declaration, he soon erupted in fury as if he had been slapped hard. "You yellow-haired brat dare to speak such nonsense! I am Great Paramita King! Today you shall meet your end here!" With that, Paramita King spurred his horse forward with a sharp cry, charging like an arrow with his blade raised high. The blade glinted ominously in the firelight as it aimed directly for The Wanderer's face.
Unfazed, The Wanderer's eyes sparkled with excitement. He swung his iron staff with vigor, resembling a black dragon roaring towards that blade. With a resounding clash, sparks flew as their powers collided with equal force!
"You nameless wretch! Your filthy blood is not worthy to touch my iron staff!" The Wanderer taunted loudly while engaging Paramita King in fierce combat. His iron staff swept horizontally and struck vertically with ferocity yet carried an air of mockery as if he were teasing a clumsy elephant. The more they fought, the more alarmed Paramita King became; this monkey-like fellow seemed wild and erratic but executed techniques that were remarkably refined—he found himself unable to gain any advantage.
As blades and staffs clashed with deafening sounds reminiscent of metal tearing through air, firelight flickered around them. After exchanging dozens of blows without resolution, The Wanderer marveled inwardly at this monster's crude yet powerful swordsmanship that seemed imbued with innate strength—strikingly similar to his own.
As they battled fiercely, Paramita King suddenly bellowed and halted his blade mid-swing, causing the surrounding air to buzz ominously. He stood firm on his horse with an odd glimmer in his eyes—part excitement and part anticipation—and called out loudly: "You monkey! Dare you reveal your name? Under my blade, I do not slay nameless ghosts!"
The Wanderer was momentarily taken aback by the imposing presence of the Paramita King, forgetting to retort and instinctively tightening his grip on the iron rod in his hand. He thought to himself, this creature is incredibly arrogant, daring to call itself "king." Could it truly be some significant figure? Has the name of I, Old Sun, become so insignificant that even such minor demons no longer regard it with respect?
While he pondered this, he heard the Paramita King continue, "Today, I will make you understand your fate! Listen closely, for I, the Paramita King, am the—biological son of the Great Sage, Sun Wukong!"
This declaration struck The Wanderer like a bolt from the blue, leaving him dizzy and nearly dropping his iron rod. His eyes widened in disbelief as he scrutinized the Paramita King before him. This demon was burly and brutish, with a face full of excess flesh—there was no resemblance whatsoever to himself.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" The Wanderer felt a storm of emotions brewing within him. Just days ago, in that absurd play from Little Moon King’s realm, it was mentioned that Sun Wukong had four sons, each with remarkable abilities. At the time, he had dismissed it as nonsense. But now, could there be some truth to it?
Suppressing his shock, he cautiously asked, "Sun Wukong indeed swore brotherhood with me, but I have never heard of him having offspring. Where did you come from?"
Upon hearing this, the Paramita King threw back his head and laughed heartily, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction and mockery. "You ignorant monkey! I am blood-related to that Sun Wukong; we are father and son sworn before heaven and earth! Let me tell you the whole story."
The general shook his head, his face contorting into a grotesque smile that resembled a frog's expression of pride. Clearing his throat dramatically and adopting an exaggerated tone, he began recounting this absurd tale.
"My father was just a wild monkey from Flower and Fruit Mountain back in the day, much like you—full of brute strength but lacking wisdom! If it weren't for becoming brothers with my Uncle Niu, how could he have become the Great Sage Equal to Heaven? To think about it, my father owes his success to Uncle Niu! And who is my Uncle Niu? He is none other than the Great Sage who Pacifies Heaven! Back then, my father had to respectfully call him 'big brother'!"
He paused for effect, casting a sidelong glance at Sun Wukong as if relishing in revealing someone else's wounds.
"Now back to my Uncle Niu; he's quite the romantic fool. He married my mother, Princess Iron Fan—a beautiful lady—but..." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "But my mother has a fiery temperament and despises my Uncle Niu's roughness; she refused to share a bed with him! Poor Uncle Niu was so afraid of her that he became a pitiful demon."
"Then there's my father. Back in the day, when he followed Elder Tang to the Western Paradise and reached Flame Mountain, they were blocked by a wall of fire. Clever as he was, he remembered that my mother lived in our Banana Cave and possessed a treasure—the Banana Fan! Can you guess what happened next?" He paused again dramatically, his face plastered with an awkward smile.
"My father—oh dear father—disguised himself as Uncle Niu just to trick my poor mother into lending him that fan! Later on, he even transformed into a little bug and crawled into my mother's belly, wriggling around for half a day! Tsk tsk tsk; how humiliating for my mother, the proud Raksasa Woman!"
At this point in his tale, the Paramita King slammed his thigh in indignation and shouted passionately: "What my father did was not merely borrowing a fan; it was outright robbery and humiliation! After all that tormenting my mother endured at his hands, she finally had no choice but to lend him the Banana Fan! And what did my father do? He took the fan and left without looking back while leaving her alone in Banana Cave to suffer!"
"In May of the following year, I was born. From an early age, I was clever and sharp-witted—not like my Uncle Niu who is so foolish! Upon reflection, I realized that my mother never got close to that Bull Demon King; she only showed affection towards my father... Hmph! So tell me—whose son am I really?"
He crossed his arms triumphantly as he gazed at Sun Wukong as if victory were already assured. Listening to this twisted tale filled with absurdities left Sun Wukong seething with uncontainable anger yet unsure how to counter such ridiculous claims. He wanted nothing more than to smash this demon's head with his rod but sensed that there might be something more sinister lurking behind this story that made him hesitate.
Just as he was lost in turmoil, he noticed from the Northwest Corner that Little Moon King led a troop bearing purple flags coming to aid Tang Seng. Meanwhile, from the Southwest corner came another group of Ghost Soldiers waving black flags to support Honey King.
On the battlefield, dark flags swayed before him, like swirling ink that made one feel nauseous. The Purple Flag of the Little Moon King flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse, before being swallowed by the black tide, disappearing without a trace. The Ghost Soldiers of the Honey King, their faces twisted in rage, seemed to have crawled out from hell, wielding weapons and recklessly reaping lives. Tang Seng, that monk who couldn't even harm a chicken, had actually been beheaded by this group of lunatics?!
What on earth was happening?! Sun Wu Kong scratched his head in frustration, wishing he could smash this farce to pieces with a single blow. This was no war; it was clearly a chaotic spectacle!
Sun Wu Kong felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. He roared and prepared to charge forward, but the chaotic scene before him forced him back.
The Black Flag surged into the Purple Flag like a giant black wave consuming a purple beach; the Purple Flag pressed down upon the Azure Flag as if a dark night had fallen, obscuring the last glimmer of light. In the Azure Flag ranks, one flag panickedly plunged into the Purple Flag formation, instantly submerged by the violet sea. The Purple Flag troops charged fiercely towards the Yellow Flag but were intercepted midway by a Black Flag unit. The two forces clashed violently, swords flashing and blood flying.
The Yellow Flag soldiers were not to be outdone; they charged into the Black Flag ranks from an angle, seeking to carve out a bloody path. A massive Black Flag descended from above like Death wielding a black scythe, crashing down into the Yellow Flag troops. Instantly, screams and wails echoed through the air as Yellow Flag soldiers fell like cut wheat.
Those who narrowly escaped were driven mad with rage; they recklessly stormed into the Azure Flag ranks and seized several Azure Flags, only to have them snatched back by the arriving Purple Flag Soldiers. It seemed that the Purple Flag Soldiers were blinded by bloodlust, unable to distinguish friend from foe, and began to slaughter each other. Hundreds of Purple Flag Soldiers fell in pools of blood, their purple banners stained an eerie lychee red before being seized by the lurking Yellow Flag soldiers.
The Azure Flag Soldiers appeared from nowhere, roaring as they charged into the Black Flag ranks and engaged in a desperate battle with the Black Flag Soldiers. Several small Black Flags were severed and drifted helplessly in midair before finally landing on a pine tree, silently bearing witness to the brutality of this war.
One million Yellow Flag soldiers marched in grand formation but fell into a trap, instantly devoured clean. A hundred small yellow flags fluttered like panicked birds that flew indiscriminately into the Azure Flag ranks, mixing colors into an odd duck-green. Seventeen or eighteen small purple flags fell helplessly into the Azure formation; the Azure Flag Soldiers casually tossed them up again. These small flags spiraled in midair for a few circles before ultimately disappearing into the Black Flag ranks.
"What the hell is going on?!" Sun Wu Kong couldn't help but curse aloud; he had never witnessed such chaos and absurdity in war. Gripping his hair tightly, anger, confusion, and helplessness intertwined within him, nearly driving him mad.
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