Zhu Bajie cursed as he rolled up his sleeves, ready to teach Ye Chen a lesson.
Just then, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes. Unlike his usual clear gaze, his pupils had turned an unnatural bloodred, and scarlet blood trickled from his eye sockets.
Seeing that something was wrong, Sun Wukong shouted sharply.
"Blockhead! Get back!"
By the time Sun Wukong cried out, it was already too late. Ye Chen sat cross-legged, the corners of his mouth lifting into a sinister smile. He clenched his fist and slammed it into Zhu Bajie's enormous belly.
"Pfft!" Zhu Bajie felt a sweetness in his throat, then a stream of blood shot from his mouth. He was sent flying into the river, his life hanging in the balance.
"Little Ye! What are you doing?" Sand Monk shouted angrily at the sight of his Second Senior Brother flying away. He grabbed his Crescent Shovel and was about to demand an explanation from Ye Chen.
Suddenly, Sun Wukong stretched out an arm to stop Sand Monk.
"Junior Brother Sha, stand back. This could be serious. I suspect the person in front of us isn't the Ye Chen we know at all," Sun Wukong said solemnly, his Fiery Golden Eyes blinking.
"Is that... Demonic Qi?" Tang Sanzang exclaimed in disbelief from the riverbank, looking at everyone on the boat.
At that moment, layers of demonic light coiled around Ye Chen. How could this be? How could a Demon Seed still exist in this world?
Tang Sanzang couldn't believe it.
One had to understand: within and beyond the Three Realms, the mortal world might be the humblest place, but it was also the origin of all things. Weren't all those Kami in heaven and the Buddhas of Western Spirit Mountain once ordinary people who cultivated their way