Western Heaven's Hidden Reserves Exposed on the Spot

The final word, "scram," crashed down like thunder, frightening the Six Thieves until they trembled all over. Rolling and crawling, heedless of their pain, they supported one another as they limped, wailed, and fled into the nearby forest, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph, they got lucky."

Tang Sanzang dusted off his hands, though there was no dust on them, as if he had merely done something insignificant.

He turned and gave Sun Wukong a "kindly" smile.

"Disciple, did you see that? This is Vajra Wrathful Gaze—using thunderous methods to reveal a Bodhisattva's heart! Reasoning with villains like these is useless. Only force can make them acknowledge their mistakes and keep them from offending again. Come, let us continue west."

With that, he reached for Sun Wukong, intending to resume their journey westward.

Yet at that very moment, a sudden change occurred!

Guanyin Bodhisattva, who had hidden in the shadows and watched this entire "lesson in violence," was now in a state that could no longer be described with mere words like "frantic" or "breaking down."

Watching Tang Sanzang strike so cleanly and ruthlessly, watching him treat human lives like grass and radiate killing intent, where was there even a trace of the Golden Cicada Reincarnation, the Holy Monk who had cultivated for ten lifetimes?

He was plainly a Lu Tixia wearing monk's robes—no, fiercer than Lu Tixia! Had Sun Wukong not spoken up at the end, judging by Tang Sanzang's stance, he had truly been prepared to "deliver" those six mortal bandits on the spot!

What made her even more anxious was that after beating them and lecturing his disciple, Tang Sanzang was simply going to take Sun Wukong and continue onward! Those six bandits... their appearance had never been an accident!

They were the Six Thieves