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!

In the depths of the great pit, Tang Sanzang slowly retracted his fist. Under his feet, Poxun was beaten to a point where he was barely recognizable, most of his body pulverized into ash...


He said with a puzzled face, "No, no... this isn't right, the plot isn't right!"


Clasping his own fist, Tang Anzang said, "Plot? Ha... Ever since I arrived in this world, many have spoken to me about the plot. However, it seems, my plot has never been correct! Take this punch!"


Tang Sanzang threw another punch down...


A loud explosion, the earth trembled, and cracks spread thousands of miles out.


Punch after punch rained down on Poxun, and even though he had mastered the divine skill "Transformation of Freedom in Heaven", allowing his body to reform even from ash, the barrage of Tang Sanzang's ferocious punches was becoming too much to withstand, screams echoing one after another...


Occasionally adding a plea: "Ancestor save me..."


Chapter 220: Taking the Most Vicious Beating