Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Alas, there were no more opportunities for Mu Zha to flee. He gazed at the talisman in his hand, the strongest strike given to him by the Bodhisattva, capable of killing all foes. Initially, it was prepared for Sun Wukong, but now, it seemed necessary to use it against the King of the Yellow Wind's Samadhi Divine Wind.

Over there, Sun Wukong's face was filled with a grave expression; he never expected that this demon would possess such divine skills!

"Mu Zha, this demon is fierce," Sun Wukong said.

Mu Zha bitterly responded, "This formation was originally designed by Bodhisattva Lingji to assist him whenever his Samadhi Divine Wind failed to fill the Three Realms, preventing him from commencing the eighty-one trials. However, we all underestimated the King of the Yellow Wind...

Not only did he cultivate his Samadhi Divine Wind to an extremely high realm, but he also secretly altered this divine formation, incorporating evil methods to devour the vital spirit of all beings to enhance its power.

Great Saint, if you have any last-ditch measures, you'd better use them now.

Otherwise, I fear we are all going to die."

Mu Zha still wanted to test Sun Wukong to see if he had any methods to counter the King of the Yellow Wind, as he really didn't want to use the jade talisman in his hand.

Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "I, Old Sun, was born in the wild, and my master never really gave me anything substantial. Now, we can only take it head-on..."

Sun Wukong was no fool; he knew Mu Zha still had an ace up his sleeve, so he wasn't about to fall for it.

Though he spoke of taking it head-on, he also called over the White Dragon Horse and Zhu Ganglie, all of whom took shelter behind Mu Zha!

With a smirk, Sun Wukong said, "Mu Zha, you can't beat me, nor can you outrun me. Since the wind is coming, you take it first. This time I won't compete with you; let's just die sooner and transcend!"

"Pah!" Mu Zha truly wanted to smash the talisman and kill the shameless monkey!

He was perplexed; wasn't the Great Sage Equalling Heaven supposed to be an incredibly formidable being?

This one, except for his formidable and domineering outburst just now, always seemed so petty!

Mu Zha regretted it deeply; if only he had not been so quick to reveal his trump card...

However, he hadn't anticipated the King of the Yellow Wind's madness either!

Regret was pointless now; Mu Zha's talisman was subconsciously about to be crushed...

Sun Wukong and the others also prepared for a desperate fight!

A calm voice then spoke:

"Wukong, who caused that wind just now? It even shattered my washbowl."

Taken aback, everyone turned to see Tang Sanzang donning a Kasaya, holding a broken iron pot, and glaring at them with a displeased and dangerously dark countenance.

Familiar with him, Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, and the White Dragon Horse all knew the monk was on the verge of exploding!

Then, pointing at the King of the Yellow Wind, they shouted in unison, "It was him!"

Mu Zha was still confused by what was happening when suddenly, the King of the Yellow Wind's cheeks bulged to the extreme. Seeing Tang Sanzang, his eyes grew even more fierce, and he screamed through divine thought, "You despicable bald donkeys, weren't you heading to the West? I will send you there now!"

Whoosh!

The sky darkened, and the earth-shattering Yellow Wind, like a furious dragon, swept across the land, its force ten times stronger than before!

However, what truly terrified Mu Zha was not the wind, but the monk beside him!

At the mention of the words "bald donkeys," Mu Zha felt the monk's presence beside him transform instantly... He seemed like a towering mountain rising from the earth, his oppressive force terrifying beyond Mu Zha's comprehension of power!

Simultaneously, Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, and the White Dragon Horse all rushed to stand behind Tang Sanzang.

Mu Zha also subconsciously followed suit, asking, "What's happening?"

"My master is about to throw a punch," Sun Wukong replied.

Before Mu Zha could grasp the meaning of it, Tang Sanzang grinned, exuding an air of unrivaled arrogance and confidence. "You call this wind?"

The next moment, Tang Sanzang drew back his palm and slapped it forward!

"Fan the wind!"

His palm stirred the air, creating a powerful wind on the spot!

Mu Zha was astonished, thinking, "Ordinary wind against the Samadhi Divine Wind? This is like cotton crashing into steel, totally no chance at all. Has the monk gone mad?"

At the same time, he clutched the jade token in his hand, ready to save his life at any moment.

However, after Tang Sanzang struck out with his palm, the rolling Samadhi Divine Wind actually stopped!

It even seemed as if everything in the world had come to a standstill.

Mu Zha instinctively asked, "Master, what's happening?"

Tang Sanzang yawned and said, "The wind has risen..."

No sooner had he spoken than all the winds in the world, be they ordinary, Yin, Yang, or Samadhi Divine Wind, all reversed their course!

It felt as if the entire world had hit the rewind button on time. The King of the Yellow Wind stared with bulging eyes, his face filled with disbelief. He tried to blow out more Samadhi Divine Wind, but the wind he exhaled was like an ordinary person blowing against a hurricane, utterly futile, leaving him in despair!

"No!"

In his cry of alarm, the King of the Yellow Wind was blown into the sky, his body rapidly breaking apart!

At the moment of death, the King of the Yellow Wind pulled out a Spirit Talisman and cried out, "Spirit Ji Bodhisattva, save me!"

The talisman burned into a streak of light and disappeared...

Almost simultaneously, a streak of golden light flew swiftly through the sky, scattering to reveal a man surrounded by golden light who shouted, "Stop!"

Yet, the fearsome wind was unstoppable, and the King of the Yellow Wind, without a chance to struggle, was instantly torn apart by the violent wind, his Primordial Spirit extinguished!

The grievous wind continued on its path, flattening everything within sight!

Upon seeing this, the man was utterly dumbfounded...

Beneath him, Tang Sanzang, who was slowly retracting his palm, looked up and asked, "What did you just say?"

With sweat beading on his forehead, the man tried to force a smile and said, "Uh...haha... misunderstanding, I have a dog named 'Stop,' he's gone missing. Have you seen him?"

Tang Sanzang scratched his head and turned to ask Sun Wukong and the others, "Have you seen him?"

Everyone shook their heads...

Mu Zha stared dumbfounded at the man in the sky, his expression hesitant as if to say, "Spirit Ji Bodhisattva, how could you do this?"

Spirit Ji Bodhisattva kept giving him warning looks, "Shut up, don't talk nonsense! This bald thief is too fierce, can't beat him!"

On Tang Sanzang's affirmation that no one had seen the dog, he looked up, saying, "Haven't seen it."

"Then I'll look somewhere else, farewell." Spirit Ji Bodhisattva said and turned to run, his speed even quicker than when he arrived!

Sun Wukong leaned toward Tang Sanzang and said, "Master, that Spirit Ji Bodhisattva was clearly lying..."

Tang Sanzang replied, "I know."

Sun Wukong was surprised, "You knew and still let him go?"

Tang Sanzang matter-of-factly said, "A harmless chubby guy, let him wander around."