Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!-Chapter 404 - 59 Is this it?

Everyone quickly averted their eyes, yet they couldn’t help but whisper to one another in secret.

Sun Jing looked at the rabbit, "Is there more?"

The rabbit leaned in closer: "Of course, there’s more. You were a late bloomer with a small chest, self-conscious, and mocked by others. But it was I, your mother, who massaged them to shape; have you forgotten?"

Sun Jing’s face instantly flushed red—this really happened! Discover hidden stories at novelbuddy

The rabbit immediately sidled up, crooked a finger, and said, "Bend down, and I’ll let you feel whether your mom’s technique still has the same touch."

Seeing the bald man’s pure and kind eyes, Sun Jing almost believed it, and slowly crouched down, asking, "Are you really my mother?"

"Guaranteed genuine exchange, come here, mom will give you a childhood memory and massage them again." The rabbit, with a face full of kindness, reached out her hands toward that ample pair and grabbed them...

Sun Jing furrowed her brows tightly, feeling that something was amiss, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Just as the rabbit was about to succeed...

Boom!

An enormous blast, the sky shattered, the earth split open!

The whole starry sky exploded!

Endless wind and fire, rocks and stones, trees soared out...

At the same time, the Four Saints exclaimed, "Not good, the bald one has broken out!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Jing swiftly turned around and saw amid the explosion and flames, a bald man with clenched fists standing there, his ferocious expression sweeping across all directions, sending shivers down everyone’s spine!

What was more terrifying was that a Fist Power was heading straight for Sun Jing and the rabbit.

Seeing this, the rabbit screamed, "Damn it, you bald dead man, where are you punching at!"

Then, without another thought for her daughter, the rabbit grabbed her chest and took off with short strides, twisting her plump buttocks, and disappeared in an instant.

That’s when Sun Jing realized she had been deceived—her mother was never so heartless!

The crucial point was, she wasn’t from the Pan Gu world, nor was her mother. Even if reborn, it wouldn’t be possible for her to appear here, so...

"Lying swindler!" Sun Jing cursed, and was then swallowed by the Fist Power, disappearing into the starry sky.

From a distance, the rabbit looked back with a face full of regret, "Such a pity..."

Then, he turned his gaze toward the distant bald man, cursing inwardly, "You bald dead man, just a bit later and I’d have taken advantage; damn it, you did that on purpose, didn’t you!"

...

At a distance, Tang Sanzang hadn’t noticed the commotion here. After exploding the world created by the Four Saints, he also felt slightly strained. Since arriving here, aside from the battle with Hong Jun in the River of Time, this was the first time he experienced a fight that required him to exert himself...

This feeling...

"Thrilling, damn thrilling! This is what battle is! Bring it on!" Tang Sanzang roared, his voice transforming into a fearsome shockwave that scattered in all directions.

The nearby experts of the Primordial Realm were directly shattered by the roar in the void, souls dispersing!

The Four Saints, who represent the arts, looked at the bald man in front of them as if he were a monster, with only one question in mind: "Is this really not a Saint?"

"You!"

Tang Sanzang pointed at the Saint of Books, "Lend me your move, Funeral Fist!"

The Saint of Books jumped in fright: "Help!"

However, the bald man was clearly overheated and didn’t hold back, but used the same force that shattered the world of the Four Saints, throwing a punch wrapped in black lightning, piercing through the void, shattering it. Layers of world barriers were penetrated; the speed and power paralyzed the Saint of Books, who forgot to resist entirely, "This..."

Boom!

Where the Fist Power passed, the upper body of the Saint of Books was blasted into powder.

Even more terrifying was the fact that Saints were said to be immortal, capable of Blood Resurrection, and could even fully regenerate from a single thought, returning to their peak. But at this moment, the half body wrapped in black lightning seemed incapable of regenerating. With a final boom, it exploded into ash and disappeared.

"That’s it? Dead just like that? No way..." Tang Sanzang said with disdain as he slowly turned his gaze toward the three Saints—Qin, Chess, and Painting—and crooked a finger, "Get up."

Chess Saint said, "Everyone, we must fight with all we’ve got, or we’ll all die."

As he spoke, Chess Saint opened his hands and two chess pieces flew out from his body. They were his Life-bound Magic Treasures, connected to his essence, energy, and spirit, effectively his second self.

As the black and white chess pieces emerged, the whole world seemed to turn into one big chessboard.

"Tang Sanzang, you are indeed very strong, but... if the three of us Saints really fight for our lives, you might not have a good end either!" Chess Saint shouted.

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The surprise or hesitation he expected to see on the bald man’s face did not appear. Instead, on his own face showed confusion, incomprehension, and the suggestion that you are an idiot.

Tang Sanzang tilted his head as he looked at the Chess Saint, "You three? Isn’t it just you alone?"

The Chess Saint was startled, turned his head, and saw that Qin Saint was gone!

Turning to the right, Painting Saint was nowhere to be seen either!

Looking around, he found himself alone. Glancing down, he saw that Qin and Painting Saints had already fled deep into the Ruins. Those two cowards ran away!

Chess Saint was dumbfounded, "You..."

The two fleeing Saints looked back and shouted, "Hang in there, brother, hold him off, we’re going to call for reinforcements, wait for us!"

Hearing this, Chess Saint’s face turned pitch black with anger. Him alone hold off this terrifying bald guy? What a joke!

Hadn’t he seen Book Saint get annihilated in an instant?

Even if he fought to the death, he’d at best block one punch. What about the second punch?

"Hold him off"...

Hold my ass!

"Ah..." A faint voice came.

Chess Saint slowly looked up.

There was the bald man, rubbing his fists and palms together, asking lazily, "Are we fighting or not? Don’t run away, focus. This time, aim to give the poor monk a satisfying fight."

When Chess Saint heard this, he was after all a venerable Saint. What did he mean by ’give you a satisfying fight’? Did he really think he was an easy target?

Chess Saint took a deep breath, glared fiercely, and then roared, "Tang Sanzang!"

Tang Sanzang lifted his chin, "What’s up?"

Boom!

Chess Saint knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "I was wrong!"

At this moment, not just Tang Sanzang, but Zhu Ganglie, as well as a group of Primordial Realm experts chasing Zhu Ganglie, were all dumbstruck.

Saints, in their hearts, were the supreme beings, the masters of a world, untouched by karma, Invulnerable to All Laws, eternally indomitable, existing at the highest of highs, their lifetime honor being to come close to them.

And now, a Saint was kneeling...

This one kneel shattered the faith of many, their screams echoing as their powers plummeted, their realms falling layer by layer.

This was the consequence of a collapsed belief...

Tang Sanzang was also speechless. He had heard Sun Wukong and others boast about how amazing Saints were, and this was it?

Tang Sanzang turned back to look at Zhu Ganglie, then pointed at Chess Saint and said, "That’s it?"

Zhu Ganglie, although also a bit unable to accept it, thought about the abnormal path his master had blazed through all along, and then let it go with a shrug, "Apparently, that’s it..."