"Alright!" The Ghost Mother knew that there was no time to lose and immediately sprinted away.
Poxun also rushed out of the Crystal Palace and flew toward the outside.
The Yaksha scratched his head, muttering, "I haven't finished talking yet. That bald guy might look handsome, but he seems a bit dumb..."
Pity that Poxun didn't hear this, or he would have definitely realized something was off.
Before he even arrived, Poxun roared, "Ksitigarbha, such audacity, you still dare to come back!"
As he spoke, Poxun turned into a streak of blood light and charged toward the front of the crowd.
Upon hearing this, a dozen Yakshas suddenly felt emboldened and pointed at Tang Sanzang, shouting, "Ksitigarbha, our great king is here, now you're going to die!"
Tang Sanzang scratched his bald head and smiled, "Good that you've come..."
With those words, Tang Sanzang clenched his fists. This past month, he had lived in utter embarrassment, bullied by a group of kids until he lost his temper...
