Yimeng Huangliang

“Great Saint, why did you follow that thieving baldy to rob the sacred mountain?”
“Ah, it’s a long story. Back then, that thieving baldy grabbed my neck and asked me, ‘Are you coming with me to the Western Heaven, or should I send you to the Western Heaven...’”
“What about you, Marshal Tianpeng?”
“He said he was afraid of getting hungry on the way to the West, so he brought some dry rations along.”
“...”
This is a story filled with joy, scheming, and relentless teasing all the way through.

Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

It was already too late to run. The fist power came crashing down, making the entire Liusha River tremble, and then it exploded, turning all the water into steam that filled the sky where it passed!


In the blink of an eye, an eight-hundred-mile-wide river was blasted into a gargantuan trench three hundred miles wide and eight hundred miles long by this dominant and barbaric punch!


The river water was forcefully split into two, unable to reconvene for half a day!


Seeing this, Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, and the White Dragon Horse were all rendered speechless, thinking, "Probably only this baldy could think of such a tactic in water warfare!"


Tang Sanzang was gleefully observing the bottom of the riverbed.


There, a cluster of yellow sand gathered, and Sha Wujing appeared.


"He's not dead?" Sun Wukong was surprised and immediately whipped out Jingu Bang and charged into the fray.


Chapter 37: Please Start Your Performance [Please Favorite]