Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, Sha Wujing, Mu Zha, and the White Dragon Horse were collectively at a loss for words.
Dared to say a bodhisattva wasn't a threat...
Just let them go...
Was this a case of sheer boldness, or was their power so great that they could ignore a bodhisattva?
Gulp!
Mu Zha swallowed his saliva, his legs trembling as he looked at the bald man next to him, then at Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, and the White Dragon Horse.
Not even taking the Lingji Bodhisattva seriously, he, a mere Hui An Practitioner and lesser disciple of a bodhisattva, felt suddenly like a rabbit in a wolf's den... helpless, weak, pitiful...
The White Dragon Horse slapped Mu Zha on the shoulder and gave him a look that said, "Now you know why we didn't go with you, right? If we don't go, my master can hold us off for a while, but if we do, we're immediately ascending to heaven."
