Battle at Yellow Wind Ridge

Demon Master Kunpeng sneered and said to Buddha Zhunti, "What fine talk of arising and passing. Jieyin, don't think you can use the Dao Ancestor to suppress me."

"The old grievances from the Investiture of the Gods have yet to fade, and now your Buddhist Sect commits such vile deeds again—converting the youths of my Demon Race and corrupting their origins. How is such conduct any different from that of demons? Even if the Dao Ancestor came in person, he would have to grant my Demon Race justice."

Before his words had faded, the void behind Demon Master Kunpeng tore open. His companion spiritual treasure, the Demon Master Palace, flew out from the rift and hung directly above his head.

The sorrow on Buddha Jieyin's face deepened. Pressing his palms together, he summoned Buddhist light around his body and barely withstood this primordial demonic might.

"Amitabha Buddha. Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, your obsession runs too deep. I fear you may fall into the boundless hells. The rights and wrongs of this matter cannot be covered in a few words. Why not release Samantabhadra for now, and you and I can go together to the Purple Cloud Palace and ask the Dao Ancestor for a holy judgment?"

At the side, Sun Wukong's Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils shifted. Upon hearing the words Purple Cloud Palace, he secretly thought, This old monk is slippery indeed. Does he want to shed his shell like a cicada by borrowing the Dao Ancestor's name? How could Old Sun let him have his way?

He immediately gave Qin Qiong a subtle look, signaling for him to strike and work with him to kill Samantabhadra.

Qin Qiong was a renowned general of the Great Tang. He knew that opportunities in battle vanished in an instant, and he understood