Even if you shit your pants today, you're not getting out that door.
A short-tempered Daoist clearly had no intention of showing Sun Wukong any respect. Pointing at him, he cursed angrily, as if Sun Wukong had been the one to knock down the tree.
"Heh heh. Your Grandpa Sun's been around for all these years, and I've never seen anyone dare point a finger at my nose."
Seeing Sun Wukong like this, Ye Chen realized things were about to go badly. He immediately dashed over, hoping to stop him,
but it was already too late. A dazzling golden light had begun to glow on the Adamantine Staff. "Monkey Brother, don't!" Before Ye Chen could finish, Sun Wukong roared, "Even that old Jade Emperor wouldn't dare point at my nose! Who do you think you are, you little Daoist?" Boom! The Golden Cudgel swept through the air like a giant fan, sending several Daoists surrounding him flying.
The commotion also woke Tang Sanzang, who had been fast asleep.
"Goku, what happened?"
"There's no time to explain, Master. Pack your things—we need to run for our lives." With things having come to this, Ye Chen could only get out of there first. If Great Immortal Zhenyuan really came after them, the few of them wouldn't stand a chance, even together.
"Run? Where?" Sand Monk, still bleary-eyed, woke up too. The first thing he saw was Sun Wukong standing in the doorway, with injured disciples of Wuzhuang Temple groaning in pain all around him.
"W-what happened here?" Sand Monk was utterly bewildered. Had the sky fallen while he was asleep?
"Junior Brother Sha, don't just stand there. Let's go!" Grab the luggage!
Tang Sanzang was hurriedly helped onto the horse, looking utterly helpless.
"Wukong, whatever you took from them, give it back.