Zhu Bajie was instantly dumbfounded.
This was his master?
He even subconsciously glanced toward where Sun Wukong was fighting the Yellow Wind Monster, uneasily calling out in his heart:
"Monkey Brother, what exactly did you do to Master?"
Where was my refined, gentle Master, supple as a willow in the breeze?
Why did Master's eyes now seem even more combative and impulsive than mine?
Before Zhu Bajie could think any further,
Tang Sanzang had already charged over in great strides!
He did not even take up his Nine-Ringed Monk's Staff, nor did he use any fighting techniques. He simply started throwing punches, as if demonstrating from beginning to end for the Carefree Sect. Yet his strikes gradually carried an overwhelming force, whipping up gusts of wind.
"Bang!"
"Bang..."
Any lesser demon that came before Tang Sanzang was sent flying, as though struck head-on by a speeding cart. His fists gradually glimmered with an almost imperceptible radiance, while his blood and vitality seemed to spill forth from his body, making him look increasingly flushed!
Seeing this, Zhu Bajie hurriedly snapped out of it.
He simply stood to one side and protected Tang Sanzang...
He did his best to let Tang Sanzang cut loose. If too many lesser demons charged forward, Zhu Bajie would bring his rake down on them. If there were too few, he would drive more over from behind!
At the very beginning,
Tang Sanzang was still unable to control his strength.
With one punch, the lesser demons would be either dead or badly wounded. Later, as he gradually gained control, the compassion in his heart surged forth, and he tried his best to keep his punches from taking lives, sending the lesser demons flying one after another...
Sun Wukong watched silently from nearby!
After some more time, every