This man wore Golden Chainmail and a Phoenix-Winged Purple Gold Crown.
He casually hefted the Iron Rod over his shoulder, yet it weighed down the surrounding space until it warped faintly.
"World Master! Old Sun has arrived!"
Sun Wukong bared his teeth, blazing battle intent burning in his Fiery Golden Eyes. His voice shook the void until it hummed.
"Heh! I've been holding it in for so long. I can finally stretch my muscles!"
The moment he finished speaking.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two figures arrived almost simultaneously.
One had a vertical eye growing from his brow, a cold and stern face, and a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd in his hand. The Howling Celestial Dog followed at his side, barking furiously. It was Yang Jian!
The other stood atop Wind Fire Wheels, with a Universe Ring wrapped around his arms and a Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand. He possessed the dashing bearing of a youth and surged with Killing Intent. It was Nezha!
"Yang Jian and Nezha have come to protect the Dharma!"
Their voices rang out like metal. Their Saintly pressure remained restrained, yet it forced the surrounding Chaos Qi to retreat.
Immediately afterward.
Buddha light shone everywhere. A peaceful figure containing boundless power stepped through the air—it was Tang Sanzang, who had attained the title of Saint Monk!
Dragon Roar shook the heavens. Ao Bing transformed into human form, clad in Azure Dragon Armor. His Dragon Might was awe-inspiring, and his eyes were filled with determination.
"Daoist Lu Chen, this poor monk is late!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Four dazzling pillars of light descended and transformed into the Four Symbols Divine Generals—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise. They knelt on one knee, their voices feverish.
"We have come by our master's command to offer our protection!"
Finally.
Emerald