Boom!
Boom, boom!
"Monster, come out! Give us back our Master!"
"Monster, get the hell out here! Are you afraid of us?"
The three fellow disciples took turns pounding away, and the mountains below seemed to be recovering more slowly.
"Bajie, I've finished refining the Jade Purification Bottle. Now go stand guard over there and call that monster's name. If he dares come out, we'll subdue him with his own magic treasure!"
Wenshu tossed Zhu Bajie the Jade Purification Bottle, then continued pouring his strength into refining the Purple-Gold Gourd.
"All right! Bodhisattva, I'll give it a try!"
Seeing this, Zhu Bajie took the Jade Purification Bottle and flew into the air.
"Great King Silver Horn! Great King Silver Horn! If I, Old Zhu, call your name, do you dare answer?"
"Great King Silver Horn, you turtle hiding in your shell, come out! What kind of hero relies on magic treasures? If you've got the guts, come out and fight us one-on-one!"
"You low-down monster! Come out!"
Zhu Bajie hurled insult after insult, trying to goad Silver Horn into coming out, though he held out no hope of succeeding.
After Silver Horn had repeatedly toyed with them and played them like puppets in his palm, Zhu Bajie felt he had more or less figured out Silver Horn's character: a crafty bastard who lurked behind the scenes.
Their taunts alone probably wouldn't draw him out.
Silver Horn might even pull out some incredible magic treasure to use against them instead.
As he shouted, he kept his guard up.
"What? Big Brother Azure Ox! There's something happening up ahead at my Flat Peak Mountain!"
Just as Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and the others were joining forces to smash Flat Peak Mountain, Golden Horn, who had finally returned to the vicinity, heard the