Tang Sanzang Draws a Pie

By the ravine, there was dead silence.

Tang Wei's eyes bulged wider than bronze bells.

What... had just happened?

One second? Maybe even less?

That Prehistoric World true dragon, terrifyingly powerful in his eyes, a Mysterious Immortal-level existence, had been beaten unconscious by Master's bare fists?

No, looking at him, he might have been a little dead.

"Mas... Master?" Tang Wei's voice drifted a little.

Sun Wukong also put away his teasing expression. His Fiery Golden Eyes carefully looked at Ao Lie in the water, then at Tang Sanzang. He scratched his face and muttered, "Master's fists have got something to them."

General Yin was doubting his life even more.

They were all transmigrators, yet he had fought tooth and nail just to cultivate to True Immortal.

Master was a mere mortal, but he could insta-kill a Mysterious Immortal. This was unfair!

Tang Sanzang shook out his aching fist, looked at the dragon in the water, and was a little surprised too.

A 5% chance. Looked like his luck was not that pitch-black?

"Wukong, go take a look. Is he still alive?" Tang Sanzang instructed.

"Got it, Master!" Sun Wukong leaped to the edge of the ravine, extended the Golden Cudgel, and poked the dragon body floating on the water's surface.

"He's still breathing, but he's properly out cold. His skull seems a bit caved in," Sun Wukong reported.

Tang Sanzang nodded. Alive was enough. If he died, there would be no mount.

He had just been about to dismount and see how to subdue this work-injury dragon.

A sudden change arose again!

On the water's surface, Ao Lie's tightly shut dragon eyes snapped open!

In those eyes, there was no longer the earlier ferocity or shock, but a scarlet red of complete fury, sunk into madness!

"Roar!!!"

A dragon