Xuanzang: Wukong, your malevolence isn't heavy enough, and the force of your staff-swinging is even less so!

The Buddha said to rein in at the edge of the cliff, to turn back and find the shore—but that was only before any tragedy had happened.

Once one had taken lives, stained oneself with karmic hindrance, and touched karma, that was another matter entirely.

Originally, Xuanzang had intended to give these six mountain bandits a chance to turn over a new leaf.

But... these bandits seemingly no longer had that chance.

The six mountain bandits still had not realized the severity of the situation.

They were still over there laughing and joking.

One of the shifty-eyed bandits began boasting of their exploits as if counting off his family treasures.

"Half a month ago, the chief led us to rob Calf Village. Heh, there were a few little women in Calf Village who looked pretty good. We were planning to have some fun with them, but who knew their men would dare whine and yap? No choice—we had to let their men watch with their own eyes how their women got played with."

"A month ago, a merchant caravan passed along the official road. They were actually only willing to pay one hundred taels as toll. Pah, treating us like beggars? In the end, we killed them all. The goods and silver were all ours."

"Two and a half months ago..."

The more that shifty-eyed bandit spoke, the more excited he became. The other bandits burst into loud laughter along with him, arrogant to the extreme, utterly unrestrained, without the slightest reverence for life.

They did not see at all that Xuanzang's face had already turned livid.

Yang Jian, Six-Eared Macaque, Yuan Hong, and Sun Wukong did not look too good either.

Human nature was neither good nor evil; all depended on the turn of a single thought.

These six