[Tiger Strength Immortal and his lot still loved putting on a show. Their cheating had been exposed, so let's hurry up and move on to the next round. What a bunch of dawdlers.]
"..."
The Three Pure Ones Hall.
The Heavenly Venerates exchanged glances.
They had all thought it would be over once the Preaching Squad saw through the cheating, but they had never expected another round.
The west of the Primordial World.
The Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Amitabha Buddha pressed his palms together.
He had almost believed the Preaching Squad's path of preaching was about to be cut short, but he had never expected Sun Wukong to refine his Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils anew and undergo such an extraordinary transformation.
Ultimately, it was all because he had not watched that spectacle back then.
His failed choice back then had left Sun Wukong to steal all the limelight now.
Fortunately, the ordeal in Chechi Kingdom was not over yet, so it could not be considered a complete failure.
In the original course of events, there had been three contests of skill and three martial contests.
They could still carry on with those now.
Tiger Strength Immortal stood before the Golden Throne Hall.
He did not look at the chains.
He looked at the five members of the Preaching Squad.
"The previous contests don't count."
He spoke coldly.
"You won, but not through Daoist arts."
"You relied on that monkey's eyes."
"You relied on exposing our methods."
"That isn't winning."
"That's finding something to hold over us."
Zhu Bajie spoke angrily:
Tiger Strength Immortal raised his hand and cut him off.
Tiger Strength Immortal looked around.
His gaze swept over the king.
Over the ministers.
Over the common people.
Finally, it settled on the five members of the Preaching Squad.