"Urgh..."
The ten-zhang-tall wrathful Vajra was letting out agonized roars.
Zhu Bajie clung desperately to his waist, Sha Wujin stood with both feet planted on his Buddha feet, Little White Dragon had lashed his face swollen with a single sweep of his tail, and Tang Sanzang had punched a dent into his chest.
The dharma form he had been so proud of was now being beaten by this group of mortals until it teetered on the verge of collapse.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
The boy had gone completely mad.
He suddenly bit through the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood essence into the air.
"Immovable as a Mountain: Hidden True Form!"
Boom.
The ten-zhang-tall Vajra true form instantly began to shrink at a rapid pace.
He intended to return to the form of a child.
As long as he became a boy again, he could use the title of "Supreme Elder's Son" to make this group hesitate like rats afraid to smash the vase.
"Heh heh, trying to shrink?"
"Dream on!"
Just then, an incomparably arrogant voice rang out.
"You've forgotten Old Sun, haven't you?"
Boom.
A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire Withered Pine Ravine.
Sun Wukong walked out from those endless punishments.
The Vajra Noose still coiled around his body, but he had shattered the restraints inch by inch with nothing but the raw power of his flesh.
His abdomen still glowed dark red from the molten copper and iron pellets, but the searing agony had now transformed into a terrifying force within his body.
"Listen up, brat."
Sun Wukong carried the blood-glimmering Golden-Hooped Staff over his shoulder and strode step by step before the boy.
"Don't think you can keep using the appearance of a child to cling to that title