The tall one: "..."
The short, stout one: "..."
Shocking! What had they just seen?
Master Xuanzang, that refined, fair, handsome man who, if he had not become a monk, could have been fought over by princesses and noble ladies as a kept pretty boy!
Had actually instantly killed a Tiger Demon suspected to be in the Immortal Realm!?
What kind of joke was this!
This scene was way too dreamlike.
Also, holy monk, what did you just say?
Not good at martial force?
Do you want to wipe the blood off yourself before saying that?
The Tiger Demon's head was gone, and blood shot straight from its carotid artery. Xuanzang did not dodge, so naturally he was splashed all over with the Tiger Demon's blood.
Looking at him now, the Killing Intent that Xuanzang already could not quite restrain had grown even heavier.
"Holy monk, you..."
The tall one wanted to speak, but stopped.
The short, stout one said directly, "Holy monk, you're way too awesome. What realm have you cultivated your Buddhist arts to?"
Xuanzang's expression was calm as he said, "Amitabha. This humble monk's Buddhist cultivation is still shallow, and I still need to continue practicing."
"Benefactors."
Xuanzang looked solemnly at the tall one and the short, stout one. "The westward journey from here is long, and we encountered such a crisis just after leaving Chang'an. If the two of you follow me, you will only face danger to your lives. Since this place is still close to Chang'an, why don't we part ways here?"
The tall one and the short, stout one looked at each other, smiled bitterly, then cupped their hands in a salute and said respectfully, "Holy monk, then the two of us will not burden you further."
Li Shimin had sent them to