The Tightening Curse! That Damned Golden Hoop! You Demon Monkey, You Still Want to Kill This Monk?

He could tell Tang Sanzang was not throwing a tantrum.

The monk was long-winded, cowardly, and forever threatening him.

But he was only a mortal.

What did he know?

Monkey looked at the three golden hoops on the ground.

Then he looked at Tang Sanzang's pale face and recalled what Guanyin Bodhisattva had said.

Fine. I'll wear one. What can a little hoop do to me?

He was a great immortal at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Perfect Stage, with insight into Half-Step Hunyuan.

Even Heavenly Punishment Thunder could not strike him dead, and the Heavenly Court could not kill him. What was one Golden Hoop?

I'll treat it like an ornament!

He walked over, picked the smallest hoop, and slipped it over his head.

The moment he put on the Golden Hoop,

Tang Sanzang pulled the Tightening Curse from his sleeve, its edges frayed from being turned over so many times. Pressing his palms together, he began to recite it.

The instant the words left his mouth, the hoop tightened violently.

A tearing agony erupted at the top of Monkey's head!

It was not pain of flesh and skin. It bored outward through the seams of his bones, stabbed his Primordial Spirit again and again like a red-hot iron needle. Even Heavenly Punishment Thunder striking his body was nothing beside it!

Sun Wukong screamed and tumbled off the bluestone.

Clutching his head, he rolled across the ground, legs kicking wildly. His tail cracked against the earth, and shattered gravel sliced open his cheek.

Golden blood mixed with dirt and smeared half his face.

He clawed desperately at the hoop, but it seemed to have grown into his skull. The more he pulled, the tighter it became; the tighter it became, the worse it hurt.

He slammed his head into