The atmosphere in the Golden Throne Hall underwent an absurd reversal in the span of a single incense stick.
At first, when they saw the Yellow-Robed Monster unleash his might, they thought he had infiltrated the palace to slaughter them all.
Especially when that Daoist turned into a tiger and roared.
They had been frightened out of their wits.
They only felt that the Yellow-Robed Monster possessed truly vast divine powers and was utterly unbeatable.
However, the moment scriptures flew out from Tang Sanzang's side, shedding the tiger skin and restoring his fleshly body, the ministers' attitudes instantly reversed.
The fear in the ministers' hearts did not disappear. Instead, it multiplied.
But this time, the target of their fear subtly shifted.
That tiger just now must have been the demon's illusion! This Daoist can freely change even the shell of life and death—he must be an enlightened master!"
The officials who had shouted the loudest before reacted the fastest now.
They swiftly wiped away the suspicion on their faces and replaced it with expressions of trembling reverence and bitter remorse.
"Daoist, your Daoist arts are divine! We were blind and were deceived by that demon consort, wrongly accusing you!"
The way they looked at Tang Sanzang and the others instantly became the way one looked upon saviors.
This transformation did not stem from sincere faith, but from instinctive submission to absolute power.
In their eyes, since this Daoist could change back from a tiger, he was someone who absolutely could not be provoked.
At this moment, the tide of opinion in court completely changed.
The members of the Preaching Squad had truly become people no one could afford to offend.
Some ministers even began to entertain different thoughts as they looked at the Preaching Squad. They all felt that the