Bitch, Keep Chanting!

He felt the shadow of death envelop his entire body. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Five hundred years of cultivation were as fragile as paper before this strike.

High in the clouds, Guanyin Bodhisattva stood upon her Lotus Throne and saw every detail clearly. Within a few breaths, her face darkened like the bottom of a pot. Her willow-leaf brows knotted tightly, and the muscles at the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably twice.

It was as if someone had doused her heart with boiling oil and then set it ablaze, sending her insides into a violent churn.

Your opponent was clearly Ao Lie! You were supposed to deal with that Little White Dragon at the bottom of the ravine! How had this suddenly turned into a hunt for Golden Head Attendant? How had the script gone so far off course? She had arranged everything perfectly: the gods would go down to deliver the news and reveal Little White Dragon's origins, then Tang Sanzang would be helpless and come begging to her. Only then would she make a magnificent entrance and subdue Little White Dragon. From beginning to end, Golden Head Attendant had only been meant to run errands and pass along a message. How had he ended up being chased down and beaten with a staff?

Guanyin Bodhisattva took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She knew she could not lose her composure now.

Golden Head Attendant might lack talent, cultivation techniques, and powerful magical treasures, but he was still at the True Immortal Realm. Western Heaven had spent resources training him.

More importantly, the work they did—secretly monitoring the Scripture Seeker—was hardly respectable. No true Golden Immortal Great Power was willing to do it.

The Five Directions Attendants, the Six Ding and