"Insolence! Insolence! Sun Wukong! You seek death! How dare you trespass Mount Olympus!"

As he looked at the almost shattered figure on the ground, the God of War, Ares, rose abruptly and roared,

"Do the Eastern gods want to start a divine war with Mount Olympus?!"

"Hmph!"

Sun Wukong coldly smiled and made no response!

These foolish barbaric gods still had no idea of the impending fate that awaited them!

Ever since they set foot in the Eastern Sea realm to hunt the True Dragon, this battle had become inevitable!

The demise of the Eastern Totem... can only be cleansed with the blood of the gods of Mount Olympus!

At this moment, Apollo, one of the Twelve Olympian Gods, had a flicker of killing intent in his gaze and spoke icily,

"If you, Monkey, cannot give an explanation today, I'm afraid you'll have to stay here and accompany this old Dragon King."

"Indeed, these few True Dragons are not enough for us to share... If we include a monkey causing trouble, this hunting ceremony will be complete."

"Marvelous! Marvelous! It seems this monkey has come to offer us a gift!"

"Let's keep him... My treasure trove still lacks the skull of a Spirit-Bright Stone Ape..."

...

As they looked at the overwhelmingly murderous figure, a trace of indifference flashed in the eyes of the gods. They couldn't help but whisper to each other, and in just a few words, it seemed as if Sun Wukong's death sentence had been announced.

"If you want the head of this old Sun, I'm afraid you don't have the strength!"

Step by step, Sun Wukong walked through the halls of Mount Olympus, carrying the weight of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, and arrived before the divine body of the gray-bearded old Dragon. A tinge of undisguised sorrow appeared in his defiant eyes.

Ao Guang, the Dragon King, was in a sorry state, battered and broken, with his mighty body fragmented and his dragon claws charred... yet his dragon eyes remained wide open, unwavering in his fight!

"Old Dragon King... I will avenge you!"

Flashes of past memories flickered through his mind, and Sun Wukong's feeling of regret intensified. He slowly raised his lowered gaze, and the raging anger within his chest was almost impossible to suppress.

These barbaric gods... on what grounds?!

Based on their own whims and judgments, they dared to decide the fate of all beings in the heavens and the earth?

Is this... what it means to be divine?!

Boom!

Sun Wukong directly lifted the massive body of Ao Guang!

At this moment, that colossal divine body appeared tiny!

Above the sky, the gods silently watched Sun Wukong, with no one stopping him.

Their eyes were filled with ferocious killing intent, pity, mockery... This ridiculous monkey, even his own survival was uncertain, yet he actually believed he could walk out of Mount Olympus?!

He thought that by killing a Hercules and intruding into Mount Olympus, everything would be fine?

Simply a great joke!

Step!

Step, step!

Sun Wukong took each step, leaving footprints on the timeless summit of Mount Olympus!

Suddenly, a large shadow cast over him. Sun Wukong looked up and saw Ares grinning, raising his war axe brimming with godly power. He sneered,

"Sun Wukong, I severed that old Dragon's head with this War God's Axe! Today, I shall send you to reunite with him in the depths of the Nine Abyss!"