Xuanzang froze as he was pointed at.
He pointed at himself with some suspicion. "Me? You mean me?"
Great King Yellow Wind nodded repeatedly, and even beckoned at Xuanzang, signaling for him to step out. His expression was extremely arrogant. "Yeah, you. So what if you're bald? Lighting a lamp in broad daylight—showing off your wealth, are you?"
Xuanzang: "..."
"Amitabha."
Xuanzang pressed his palms together and took a step forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at Great King Yellow Wind and said, "This humble monk has not sensed any hostility from you, Great King, but this humble monk does not much like what you have said."
"So what?"
Great King Yellow Wind continued, "Hit me, then. If you've got the guts, hit me, idiot."
"This Great King is a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. Even if I stand right here and let a mere mortal like you hit me, what of it? You can't even break through this Great King's defenses."
"Heh heh."
"Ha ha."
Xuanzang laughed helplessly. Pointing at Great King Yellow Wind, he turned back to look at the six of them, Yang Jian included. "In all this humble monk's years, this is the first time I've ever heard such a rude request."
Great King Yellow Wind said, "Cut the crap. If you're a brother, come hit me."
Xuanzang said nothing, merely taking a stance.
Seeing this, the six of them, Yang Jian included, couldn't bear to watch and covered their eyes.
The scene shifted.
Golden, razor-sharp currents of air came from all directions, pouring endlessly into Xuanzang's clenched fist. Even Xuanzang himself was set off by them until Buddha Light blazed all around him, as if a true Buddha had descended to the world.
Great King Yellow Wind had a premonition that something was very