Tang Monk's flesh was delicious, but not easy to swallow.
By the time Old Ancestor Green Robe realized this, it was already too late.
The Primordial Pearl and Golden Silkworm Gu were his most powerful methods. Since even those methods could do nothing to Tang Sanzang, his other insignificant tricks were even more meaningless.
"Who exactly are you? You aren't Tang Sanzang at all!"
Fierce light flashed from Old Ancestor Green Robe's eyes, filled with suspicion and confusion.
In his impression, Tang Sanzang was nothing more than an ordinary monk who could not even truss a chicken.
But the Tang Sanzang before him was not only highly skilled in Dao techniques—he was also far, far stronger than him.
This was clearly abnormal!
How could an ordinary monk who could not even truss a chicken suddenly become so powerful? What had happened?
For a moment, Old Ancestor Green Robe felt as though he had been deceived.
Among the information he had obtained, there had been absolutely no mention of Tang Sanzang being this powerful.
With a bang.
Jiang Liuer's fist smashed into Old Ancestor Green Robe's forehead, sending him flying dozens of zhang away. He punched a hole through a wall, and Old Ancestor Green Robe fell into a pond.
Splash!
As water sprayed in every direction, Old Ancestor Green Robe lay there unable to move, gulping down enough water to fill his belly.
Jiang Liuer came to the edge of the pond and reached out through the air, pulling up Old Ancestor Green Robe, whose stomach had swollen from all the water.
Old Ancestor Green Robe was completely powerless to fight back. In Jiang Liuer's hand, he was like a limp shrimp, utterly incapable of resistance!
He looked rather pitiful.
But every pitiful person had something hateful about him!
Someone