For now, we shall set aside Azure Lion's journey to the Netherworld to request troops.
Let us speak only of Green Cloud Mountain.
The Blood Sea King assumed his Ancestral Shaman true form and fought beneath the crushing pressure of the Buddha's Alms Bowl.
Neither Dragon-Subduing Arhat nor Tiger-Taming Arhat could withstand him.
The Blood Sea King's spine caught Dragon-Subduing Arhat, freezing half his body.
Tiger-Taming Arhat took a kick and fled, coughing blood.
Seeing this, Guanyin Bodhisattva had no choice but to act herself, swinging her Willow Branch at him.
The Blood Sea King's wings carried him through space.
Yet the Buddha's Alms Bowl remained suspended overhead, pinning down the Blood Sea King's true form.
Whatever supernatural abilities the Blood Sea King used-metal, wood, water, fire, wind, rain, thunder, or lightning-he could not evade the Alms Bowl. He could only hold it off with his Congenital Spiritual Treasure, the Soul-Scattering Gourd, at tremendous cost. Perhaps this was what an object of Great Luo was like: without reaching Great Luo, it remained impossible to overcome.
Guanyin Bodhisattva's Willow Branch likewise passed through the void and struck the Blood Sea King.
The stroke looked light, yet carried the power of the Thirty-Three Heavens, sending the Blood Sea King's flesh and blood flying and falling like rain.
The Blood Sea King endured it head-on, relying on his powerful body to recover in an instant.
Guanyin Bodhisattva struck again, and again his flesh and blood flew.
The Blood Sea King recovered once more. Spitting hurricanes, roaring thunder and lightning from his throat, and shooting divine light from his eyes, he charged straight toward Guanyin Bodhisattva and laughed.
"Guanyin Bodhisattva, watch me slay you first, then storm Spirit Mountain and slaughter every last bald donkey!"
Guanyin Bodhisattva manifested a Precious Lotus Throne to shield