Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

"Awoo!"

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A piercing scream rose as the Silver Horned King wailed, and at the same time he was horrified to see that the four-meter-tall big-bearded man was holding a treasure staff that wasn't shaped like a cone, but a shiny, shiny crescent shovel aimed at his butt!

The Silver Horned King felt his butt, in four pieces...

"Big beard, are you TM even human?!"

The Silver Horned King roared angrily, his body radiating silver light. He was angry, and he erupted.

He knew very clearly that if he didn't counterattack now, he would soon be played to death by these beasts!

However, just as he was about to explode, a stick smashed down towards him!

With a bang, the Silver Horned King felt the world spin, unable to circulate his vital energy within.

Then he saw several large horse hooves kicking wildly at his face...

At the same time, Sha Wujing lightly split his magic staff into two, now with a cone-shaped head, and he said with a satisfied smile, "As you wish!"

The next moment, the sounds of pounding, grunts, spurts, and screams were incessant!

In the sky, a few minor demons watched this tragic scene with dumbfounded expressions.

"My god, the Second King is almost beaten to death," said one minor demon.

Another shook its head and said, "That shouldn't be, the Second King has many tricks up his sleeve, even if he can't win, he shouldn't be pressed down and hammered, right?"

"Should we go and report to the Great King?"

"Didn't the Second King just say? If we can't overpower them, we must outsmart them, and he told us not to report to the Great King in order not to ruin his plan. I think this might be the Second King's ruse of injuring himself to gain the enemy's trust, let's just watch."

Considering this, the minor demons thought it made sense, so they squatted up there and continued to enjoy the show.

Below, the Silver Horned King was beaten until his facial features were flattened, crying for his daddy and mommy, many times wanting to cry out, "Save me, go find the Great King to save me!"

But before the words could leave his mouth, a big flat-faced horse kicked a hoof right into his mouth, stuffed full of hoof, how could he shout it out?

Thus he can only watch in despair as the few minor demons above him squatted cracking sunflower seeds, enjoying the spectacle, inwardly wailing in desperation, "Your mother, once I get back, I'll chop you all up!"

After a while, Tang Sanzang called for a halt, and everyone stopped hitting.

Then Tang Sanzang approached the unrecognizable Silver Horned King and asked, "I'll ask you one more time, are you a demon?"

The Silver Horned King looked at the monks who were like gangsters from the underworld, especially the one in front of him tilting his head, his eyes full of ferocity, and thought, "I absolutely cannot admit it, otherwise they'll definitely kill me!"

So the Silver Horned King shook his head and said, "No!"

Tang Sanzang narrowed his eyes and said, "Not a demon, and yet you dare to block my journey to the West? Are you looking down on me? Is this supposed to be one of the eighty-one difficulties? Wukong, continue beating him until he turns into a demon!"

Sun Wukong took the Jingu Bang and was about to swing it down upon him.

The Silver Horned King, seeing the monkey's eyes blaze with a ferocious light, already sensing murderous intent, hastily exclaimed, "I'm a demon, I'm a demon, ah!"

Tang Sanzang quickly stopped Sun Wukong, then came over with a grin, squatting down in front of the Silver Horned King in an extremely amiable manner, "So you really are a demon, huh?"

The Silver Horned King was perplexed, his thoughts swirling: "Is this monk sick or something? Why is he so excited about seeing a demon, as if it's like celebrating New Year's?"

Tang Sanzang propped him up with a gentle hand and laughed, "My demon brother, how about we sit down and talk?"

Rubbing his sore behind and grimacing in pain, the Silver Horned King shook his head repeatedly, "Forget it, let's just talk while standing."

"It was all a misunderstanding, come on, have an apple." Tang Sanzang took an apple from Sha Wujing and handed it to the Silver Horned King.

Looking at the apple in his hand and then back to the monk with clear brows and kind eyes, adorably simple and naive, the Silver Horned King was at a loss...

"Which 'bathhouse'... ahem, I mean cave do you call home?" Tang Sanzang asked as warmly as if he had run into an old friend from the same village.

The Silver Horned King instinctively replied: "Mount Pingshang, in the Lotus Cave."

Tang Sanzang said, "Oh... So how do you guys usually eat humans after you catch them?"

The Silver Horned King gave Tang Sanzang a strange look, completely unable to follow the monk's peculiar train of thought. Nevertheless, he honestly answered, "We usually wash them first, then steam them before eating."

Clapping his hands, Tang Sanzang exclaimed, "That's good, that's good!"

The Silver Horned King was even more bewildered.

Tang Sanzang then asked, "How many little demons do you have in your cave? It's not just you, is it? That wouldn't be enough to eat... ahem, I mean, to make trouble."

The Silver Horned King's mind was already a jumbled mess, and he missed the bizarre errors in the conversation, so he said: "It's not just me, there's also..."

Mid-sentence, the Silver Horned King suddenly came to his senses, inwardly screaming: "This monk is fishing for information from me! I came here to capture Tang Sanzang, but have I been caught instead?"

Pausing there, the Silver Horned King's eyes darted about, glancing at Tang Sanzang, who was near at hand, then at Sun Wukong and Sha Wujing, who seemed about to slip away, and at the White Dragon Horse that sat on the ground like a person, starting a fire for no reason...

Struck by a sudden idea, he said, "How about I take you folks for a look?"

Tang Sanzang smiled happily, but glancing at the Silver Horned King, whose crotch was still bleeding, he said, "It's a good idea, but can you even walk?"

The Silver Horned King shook his head, "I can't walk, can't walk anymore. It's that thing... every move scrapes and hurts too much. I can't walk or ride a horse. If it's convenient, perhaps this Taoist friend could give me a lift..."

Meanwhile, the Silver Horned King's eyes settled on Sun Wukong.

With a snicker, Sun Wukong said, "You sure know how to pick 'em!"

With a face full of compassion, Tang Sanzang said, "Wukong, since our demon friend here wants a lift from you, why not give him one? Don't be so stingy. As they say, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. With Buddha's compassion, so it should be."

Had it not been for his still-aching behind and the memory of the monk's fierce facial expression just moments before, the Silver Horned King might have believed the monk's deceptive words. In his heart, he cursed: Talk about saving a life, creating a seven-story pagoda, why didn't you think like that when you were about to kill me earlier? Pah!

Reluctantly looking at the Silver Horned King, Sun Wukong said, "As you wish... Master."

After speaking, Sun Wukong hoisted the Silver Horned King onto his back: "You're quite the choosy one, but don't be smug.

You might fool my master, who has the body of a mere mortal and is full of compassion with not enough strength to truss up a chicken, but you can't fool me. You definitely have some ulterior motive, right?"

The Silver Horned King sneered, "What kind of talk is that, monkey? I may be a demon, but I'm not an evil one. I'm just an ordinary little demon. However, I am a bit heavy, so you'd better carry me properly."

Sun Wukong scoffed, "Old Sun here can carry mountains across seas, no problem at all. Just you try and see."

"As you wish!"