You know the situation now, staying here will eventually lead to trouble, going down might just be a way out.
"First, get away from the demons, then we’ll figure out a way to get you off the battlefield."
Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang was overjoyed.
Previously, he had been thrown to the Eastern Victory Divine Continent by that bastard Tang Sanzang to watch the monkeys and had no way to return to the Western Heaven.
If Garan’s words were reliable, he could take this opportunity to get back on an even footing with Tang Sanzang!
Then, as long as he traveled day and night, it was entirely possible to obtain the True Scriptures first and accomplish the great task of the scriptures!
The Lion Cal King, seeing that the little demon remained silent, impatiently said, "You, the bald one, turn around and let the great king have a look!"
Tang Sanzang slowly turned around, fortunately, he had feared being recognized on the road, so he had sared so mud from the bodies of so demons and plucked a few hairs from others, saring them haphazardly on his face.
At this mont, turning back around, he was already a dirty-faced bald man with a bit of a beard.
The Lion Cal King felt that the bald man looked sowhat familiar, but Tang Sanzang was already urging, "Who up there will fight ? Hurry up... grant this poor monk a quick end!"
The Lion Cal King frowned slightly and cursed the shaless bald man in his heart.
At the sa ti, he didn’t have ti to think too much, and pointed at Tang Sanzang, saying, "You, go down and fight this holy monk!"
Next to him, the Flood Demon King quietly asked, "Brother, sending him? That’s practically a guaranteed death..."
The Roc Demon King said, "Not necessarily, this little demon has no hair, perhaps they’ll empathize with each other and spare his life."
The Macaque King said, "Even if he dies, we would have minimized our losses. By that ti, we’ll protect his soul from destruction, and when he reincarnates, we’ll just grant him a fortune."
The Flood Demon King nodded slightly, thinking it was a feasible idea.
However, the Lion Cal King shook his head and said, "Don’t worry, he won’t die."
The Roc Demon King, the Macaque King, and the Flood Demon King all looked curiously at the Lion Cal King. The Macaque King said, "Brother, you don’t really think that because of the similarity in their hairstyles, he won’t kill him, do you?
"I’ve heard that anyone who dares to comnt on his hairstyle is basically beaten to death by him.
"Sending such a creature over, I’m afraid he’ll think we’re mocking him, and he might just go berserk on the spot…"
The Lion Cal King shook his head: "You guys don’t need to worry about this."
There were so things he couldn’t say for fear that if they were overheard and reached that bald man’s ears, it would create many unforeseen complications.
The Lion Cal King had already thoroughly investigated Tang Sanzang.
He had analyzed carefully, though Tang Sanzang had killed many demons on his journey, not one of those demons was any good, having at least dozens, if not hundreds, of human lives on their hands, none of their deaths were unjust."
As for the demons Tang Sanzang consud, that was even more selective—they were mostly old demons... each brimming with vital energy, divine blood boiling, exceptionally good flesh."
The Lion Cal King speculated that Tang Sanzang, seemingly carefree, was actually very particular, the common little demons were not up to his standards.
And this little demon before them, without the slightest hint of evil aura, wrapped instead in so rit, and as weak as an ordinary person, was simply the best candidate for battle.
As for the hairstyle...
The Lion Cal King was indeed sowhat worried, so he casually grabbed a bunch of hair from several little demons’ heads, made a wig, and tossed it to the little bald demon saying, "Wear this, it will keep you safe."
The little demon seed very timid, not daring to et the Lion Cal King’s eyes, and hung his head low. After putting on the wig, whether it was out of nervousness or not, he didn’t even say thank you.
The Lion Cal King didn’t mind this; compared to a thank you, dealing with the bald man below was the priority.
The Lion Cal King asked, "What is your na?"
After pondering for a mont, Tang Sanzang said, "I am called Xuan Zhuang."
"Hey… this na is quite elegant, alright, off you go."
The Lion Cal King did not ask further and waved his hand, dismissing the little demon.
However, Tang Sanzang was dumbfounded. In this damn altitude of ten thousand ters, you tell to go down?
This is basically reincarnation by plumting, right?
"Xuan Zhuang, why haven’t you gone down yet?" urged the Lion Cal King.
Tang Sanzang thought to himself, damn, I also wish to go down, but this poor monk just learned water gliding, and hasn’t yet developed the skill to hover in empty space!
And there’s been no movent from that group of blue-robed ones, how dare I go down?
But seeing the Lion Cal King hurrying him, he feared that postponing any longer might end up with him killed by this monster, not even needing the fall to kill him.
So, he gritted his teeth and stamped his foot…
And soone short jumped up about a ter high behind him, snatched Tang Sanzang’s helt, and with a kick added, "Off you go!"
That shorty was the little demon who had previously had his cap stolen by Tang Sanzang and didn’t dare to make a sound.
Now that an opportunity had presented itself, naturally, he took the chance to kick a man while he was down…
In just enough ti to turn around, Tang Sanzang cursed, "You’re truly despicable!"
Only to feel the world spinning wildly, and then he couldn’t help himself from falling, at which mont Tang Sanzang couldn’t help but cry out, "Help!"
At this ti, the voice of the blue-robed ones rang out, "Get ready, we are about to join forces and cast a spell to send you… good luck!"
The voice of the blue-robed ones suddenly stopped, and then Tang Sanzang felt a burst of fist power surge from below, carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth!
No wonder the blue-robed ones collectively fled; facing this power, who would dare to block it?
Tang Sanzang, with tears in his eyes, pressed his hands together and muttered, "Amitabha, Buddha, I’m afraid this poor monk is going to miss our appointnt."
Having said this, Tang Sanzang abruptly opened his eyes and pointed at the baldy below, cursing, "Tang Sanzang, you spineless bastard, you rob of the True Scriptures, you rob of my disciple, you even rob while I’m walking, are you even human?!"
Tang Sanzang wanted to spit out so impressive tirades, but alas, his education, extensive as it was, never touched on the art of cursing, and he had always been absent from such lessons.
Hence, Tang Sanzang’s cursing was indeed lacking…
More importantly, after he finished, no matter how he thought about it, he felt like he was cursing himself, which made him even more miserable.
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Tang Sanzang below was also startled. He had thought that a little demon had co down, but upon a closer look…
Hey?
"Tang Sanzang?" Tang Sanzang was stunned and then burst into happy laughter, as the fist power suddenly intensified!
Tang Sanzang cursed miserably, "Tang Sanzang, you’re inhuman! Even as a ghost, I won’t let you off!"
The next mont, the fist power engulfed Tang Sanzang!
Surprisingly, however, the fist power did not turn Tang Sanzang into ash but carried him off towards the depths of the starry sky.
Tang Sanzang set up a makeshift shade with his hand, watching the trajectory of the punch very satisfied, smacking his lips, "Buddy, have a good journey, co back from ti to ti ha... hmm, I’ll give you three billion years, not sure if you’ll make it back…"
After finishing, Tang Sanzang turned his head to look at Sun Wukong and said, "Do you think he’s gone mad? He just curses himself for no reason."
Sun Wukong: "@#￥..."
At this mont, the Lion Cal King and his group realized that the one who had been sent down was not so monster, but the real Tang Sanzang!
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