"Heh heh, demon, didn't you say you were invincible at the Tongtian River Bottom? Why don't I see you throwing your weight around now?"
Great King Inspiration lay on the ground, staring fixedly at Sun Wukong. He wished he could slice him into a thousand pieces, yet there was nothing he could do. Faced with a Sun Wukong far stronger than himself, he could only vent the rage and humiliation in his heart through his gaze.
"What are you looking at? You've already been beaten senseless, yet you still dare act tough before your Grandpa Sun?"
Naturally, Sun Wukong did not fear a defeated foe like him in the slightest. He even mocked him outright.
Great King Inspiration was practically exploding with rage, but there was nothing he could do. He could not understand why the Tongtian River's suppression had suddenly stopped affecting these people.
What exactly was that blue membrane of light?
Why could that blue membrane let them move unhindered at the Tongtian River Bottom?
No matter how hard Great King Inspiration wracked his brain, he could not figure out the key to it.
But there was one thing he knew perfectly well: he had been beaten down and now lay miserably sprawled on the ground.
"Demon, die!"
Sun Wukong shouted, and the Golden Cudgel in his hand came crashing down with overwhelming force.
Just then, a voice suddenly drifted over from afar.
"Wukong, spare him!"
Sun Wukong turned in surprise toward the source of the voice and saw a white-robed bodhisattva descending from the sky.
"Guanyin Bodhisattva?"
Tang Sanzang's reaction was even greater than Sun Wukong's. The moment he heard Guanyin Bodhisattva's voice, the blood in his body seemed to turn cold. He felt as if he had been frozen stiff, and only after great effort did