Tang Sanzang was once again left speechless.
Zhu Ganglie spoke from the side, "Master, this demon is so crafty, almost every move we could think of he has already devised a countermeasure for; there's really no reason to stew him..."
Tang Sanzang tilted his head to look at the mountain before him, disdainfully saying, "No reason? If it's anything else, I might not be that capable, but when it comes to finding reasons... this monk is ancestral level!"
Having said that, Tang Sanzang clenched his fist, stomped his foot and stared ahead, "Since you recognize me, here I am, and you don't come out to meet me, what's the matter, you look down on me, don't you?"
The Bull Demon King saw that this guy was starting to look for trouble and hastily shouted, "I definitely don't look down on you, I just think..."
"I don't want what you think, I only care about what I think! I think you're insulting me, and that's enough! Take this!"
Tang Sanzang raised his fist, ready to strike!
