For a time, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and Bodhisattva Lingji became the targets of public outrage, lashed with scathing criticism by the Pilgrim and the people of Zhu Zi Kingdom.
The monks' heads had been piled into a grisly mound in a corner of the palace. A dense, bloodthirsty aura surged skyward, making the sight downright horrifying.
"Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, what should we do?"
Bodhisattva Lingji wore a bitter expression. He regretted not stepping in sooner to stop Sai Taishui from mercilessly killing the king of Zhu Zi Kingdom!
He also resented Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. If he hadn't dragged him out just now, they wouldn't have ended up in such a passive position.
Now, the blame for everything pointed straight at them!
It was like having mud splashed all over your trousers—no matter how much you protested, no one would believe you.
"What else can we do? We'll have to summon Guanyin Buddha. With our standing, the two of us can't resolve this mess."
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva let out a long sigh and rolled his eyes at Bodhisattva Lingji.
The two of them stirred their magic power, sending Buddhist scriptures and Demonic Divine Marks into the void.
"You two bald donkeys! Why won't you give the ministers and people of Zhu Zi Kingdom an explanation?"
At that moment, a general whose armor was still stained with blood roared at the two bodhisattvas.
Behind him, countless palace guards assembled. Their tremendous battle intent shot into the sky, gathering above them into a ten-thousand-zhang dark-gold dragon.
"That's a battle formation! They've actually condensed a Divine Dragon from their will to fight. The Human Race's potential really does get forced out of them."
Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks, deep shock in his eyes.
Though the Human Race was weak, these palace guards had assembled a battle