Qingfeng and Mingyue entered with savage expressions, Seven-Star Whips in hand, and immediately declared, "Our grandmaster has spoken. Since you dared topple the Ginseng Fruit Tree, you must atone, whether or not you are Scripture-Seekers bound for the Western Heaven!"
"Our grandmaster gave us just one instruction: beat you to death!"
With that, Qingfeng swung his Seven-Star Whip straight at the master and his four disciples.
The Seven-Star Whip was a spiritual treasure Zhen Yuanzi had casually refined long ago. It had no ability to kill enemies, but one of its effects was exceptionally potent.
It could not kill, but it could hurt.
Even a Quasi-Saint would suffer excruciating pain from a single lash.
Conversely, it absolutely could not kill anyone. Even if you used all your strength, you could not beat an ordinary mortal to death with it.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
With a savage expression, Qingming relentlessly lashed the five Scripture-Seekers before him.
Tang Sanzang and the others sucked in sharp breaths, and within moments, Qingfeng's lashes had them howling.
The whip could not kill them, but it really hurt when it struck!
The five Scripture-Seekers were now utterly bewildered.
They simply could not understand it. Zhen Yuanzi was not following the damn script!
Under normal circumstances, even if they had damaged his Ginseng Fruit Tree, should he not have sent Sun Wukong off immediately to find a way to heal it?
We're all just putting on a show, understand?
Now you're playing for keeps? Isn't that going too damn far?
Besides, beating Sun Wukong is one thing, but why are you beating a holy monk like me too?
By all rights, I'm just a mortal. Surely I don't warrant all this fuss! To put it bluntly, what if you beat me to death?
*Would the Buddhist School let