Yellow Wind Monster with Ambition

Tang Sanzang's meaning was perfectly simple and clear: Sun Wukong should just beat him to death with one strike of his staff.

This left Guanyin, who was secretly watching the screen, utterly helpless. She could not help muttering to herself, "Tang Sanzang is quite decisive when it comes to killing. He just doesn't seem like a monk."

Sun Wukong, on the other hand, had already grown used to Tang Sanzang's bluntness. He spoke directly: "So we don't need to take him to Great Leiyin Temple this time?"

Tang Sanzang: "No need to make things so troublesome."

Sun Wukong: "Got it."

Just then, a strange wind suddenly blew down from the mountains, sending sand and stones flying as the sky darkened.

Sun Wukong hurriedly planted the Golden Cudgel against the ground. A beam of golden light immediately shot from the staff, shielding the master and disciples within it. Though the wind was fierce, it could not come near them.

At the same time, a burst of eerie laughter came from within the wind. "Hahaha! I am Tiger General, vanguard under the Yellow Wind King. By my king's command, I have come to invite the Tang monk up the mountain for a chat."

Before the words had faded, a striped tiger leaped out of the wind and transformed into a demon general with a tiger's head and human body. Holding a steel fork, he led several hundred lesser demons and blocked their path.

Sun Wukong sneered. "What Yellow Wind King? Old Sun has never heard of him. If you know what's good for you, get out of the way. Otherwise, don't blame Old Sun's staff for showing no mercy."

Tiger Vanguard did not answer. He raised his fork and thrust it forward. Sun Wukong merely gave it a light tap with the