Tang Sanzang Slaughters a Fierce Tiger Bare-Handed

She desperately tried to make the tiger struggle and throw off the "devil" on its back.

However, Tang Sanzang's legs clamped tightly around the tiger's belly like iron pincers, while his left hand possessed immense strength, yanking so hard that her scalp went numb.

More importantly, she had transformed into the tiger through a spell. To make it convincing and fit the setup of a "trial," she had not infused the tiger's body with much magical power, relying mainly on her divine sense and the tiger's own physical strength. Faced with Tang Sanzang's utterly unreasonable brute-force suppression, she found herself unable to break free for the moment! If she used magic to force her way out, her identity would inevitably be exposed, ruining everything she had accomplished and possibly triggering even more uncontrollable consequences.

Thus, she could only endure Tang Sanzang's storm-like barrage of fists in humiliation and helplessness!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His fists fell like raindrops, smashing into the tiger's head and back. Tang Sanzang was worked into a frenzy, his face even turning somewhat ferocious as he shouted again and again.

"I'll teach you to violate the precepts! I'll teach you to block the road! I'll teach you to frighten this poor monk! I'll save you! Physically save you!"

Sun Wukong, watching from the side, felt his eyelids twitch and instinctively swallowed.

He considered himself someone who killed without batting an eye... no, someone who never held back when subduing demons and eliminating devils. But this was the first time he had seen a scene like this: his master riding a fierce tiger and using nothing but raw physical strength to "save" it with one punch after another.

The visual impact was even more shocking than him blowing up a demon with a single strike of his staff!