Chapter 30 Bumping to Death
Tang Chi was becoming more and more afraid, more and more terrified; he exerted even the strength he had when nursing from his mother!
The Great Delaying Technique was pushed to its utmost by him. Enduring it, the baldy's blinking still looked normal, showing not a single reaction!
What was even more terrifying was that the other party showed no intention of releasing any strength whatsoever. Otherwise, had he unloaded even the slightest bit of force, the power of a Semi-Saint would have been enough to turn this expanse of starry sky into nothingness!
Yet the stones around the bald man didn't have a single crack, clearly demonstrating that he absorbed all the power into his body.
Withstanding the relentless bombardment of a Semi-Saint without budging an inch...
"Has he become a Saint?" Tang Chi wanted to cry.
No sooner had he spoken than Tang Sanzang thought of all those damned Saints' grabby hands, which, had they not been so insatiable, he wouldn't have lost his memory. He suddenly flared up, "Become a Saint? Who the heck are you insulting?!"
The bald man got angry, but didn't make a move. He simply rammed his head directly into Tang Chi's fist!
Boom!
Tang Chi felt as though at this instant his fist was as fragile as paper mâché, exploding inch by inch, his physical body wailing in agony!
Death descended upon him, and with an unwilling roar he cried out, "Saint, save me!"
Amidst a wail of despair, the power inside his body flew out, transforming into a Taoist wearing a Seven-Star Robe, who stared fiercely, "Who dares to kill my disciple?"
Thump!
A bald head struck right on his nose. The Taoist hadn't even fully consolidated before he dissipated into specks of starlight and vanished, leaving only a sentence: "I'll remember your bald head, don't let me find you..."
A pillar of Qi Force shot into the sky, piercing through the starry expanse.
Meanwhile, the lower half of Tang Chi's body stood motionless on the ground...
Tang Sanzang slowly got up, cursing under his breath, "You're the one who became a Saint, your whole family became Saints, pah! Turns out you're human-shaped!"
With a kick, Tang Sanzang blasted away the remaining half of Tang Chi's corporeal existence right on the spot, reducing it to nothingness...
Brushing off his hands, Tang Sanzang looked into the distance to see a pig and a monk staring at him with bulging eyes as if he were some kind of monster. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire
Tang Sanzang frowned and asked, "What are you staring at?"
Zhu Ganglie immediately knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, "Master! You're finally awake. If it were a little later, you wouldn't be able to see me..."
Golden Cicada pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, let's write off past resentments."
Golden Cicada had seen the light; no matter how he cultivated, he could never settle the grudges of years past. It was better to give up early.
With a wave of his hand, Tang Sanzang said, "Seeing how sincere you appear, forget about what happened in the past."
It felt as if the person who had assumed someone else's identity back then was Golden Cicada, the one who bore the blame was also Golden Cicada...
But what could Golden Cicada say?
In the face of this great demon, he could only pinch his nose and accept it.
On the other side, Zhu Ganglie edged closer, "Master, are you tired? May I rub your legs, massage your shoulders?"
Tang Sanzang looked coldly at Zhu Ganglie and asked, "Just now, how did you introduce your master?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ganglie instantly bristled, realizing that his master could hear what was happening outside!
But Zhu Ganglie shouted out nonetheless, "Just now, I said that you are unparalleled in the world, the handsomest, strongest—idol of thirty million trillion girls across Ten Thousand Realms, Chaotic Universe, and countless timelines—Tang Sanzang!"
Tang Sanzang narrowed his eyes...
Zhu Ganglie trembled like a sieve.
In the end, Tang Sanzang patted his pighead and said, "Not bad, you'll be kept for a few more days."
Zhu Ganglie immediately broke into tears, not knowing whether he was moved to tears by his narrow escape from death or was crying from fear, repeatedly murmuring, "A few more days, but just how many days are that..."
Tang Sanzang casually picked up Tang Caiyi and then scrutinized her closely, he was quite certain that Tang Caiyi was definitely related to the Queen Mother of the West!
Only whether she actually was the Queen Mother, Tang Sanzang was somewhat uncertain.
But it doesn't matter now, since she's calling him daddy!
To have the Queen Mother of the West call him daddy, that feeling just made him extremely happy.
"Dad, you're so awesome," Tang Caiyi said, patting Tang Sanzang's bald head and feeling astonished, yet she wasn't too surprised.
Perhaps it was because she was the Queen Mother of the West or her reincarnation that, deep down, she was accustomed to grand scenes.
With a grin on his face, Tang Sanzang said, "Of course I'm awesome, hahaha..."
Laughing heartily, Tang Sanzang walked away with Tang Caiyi in his arms.
Tang Caiyi asked, "Dad, where are we going next?"
With a grand wave of his hand, Tang Sanzang declared, "To her mother's!"
"What?"
"Um... to get something to eat."
"Oh... I think that pig standing up looks tasty, uh, it lay down, it's up again."
In the distance, Zhu Ganglie, who kept lying down and standing up, was nearly in tears, crying out, "Master!"
Tang Sanzang took a quick glance and said with a touch of solemnity while stroking Tang Caiyi's little head, "That one… needs a few more days to fatten up, he's lost a lot of weight since I last saw him."
Tang Caiyi clapped her hands in excitement, "Great! But I want to eat the pig's tail!"
Tang Sanzang casually agreed, "Sure, no problem!"
Tang Caiyi excitedly counted on her little fingers, "I also want braised pig's feet, spare ribs, and the pig's ears are best served cold and mixed."
Tang Sanzang nodded vigorously, with an indulging tone he said, "Alright, alright, we'll have it any way you want!"
...
Golden Cicada looked at Zhu Ganglie's face of despair, patted him sympathetically on the shoulder, and put his palms together, saying, "Amitabha, I now believe what you just said wasn't an act, it was definitely a true expression of feelings."
Zhu Ganglie was startled and hurriedly said, "Monk, one can mess around with food and get diarrhea, but don't spout nonsense! My devotion to my master is absolutely steadfast, loyal, and unswerving!"
Golden Cicada chuckled and walked away.
Zhu Ganglie quickly followed, reminding him, "Monk, don't go saying things willy-nilly in a while."
"No problem," Golden Cicada readily agreed.
Zhu Ganglie heaved a sigh of relief.
Golden Cicada added, "I haven't eaten pork, nor have I seen a pig run, would you mind running a bit for me?"
Zhu Ganglie: "..."
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Meanwhile, outside a blood-stained palace among the stars, a man wiped the blood off his long sword, glanced down at the plaque that read "Shu Mountain," and disdainfully said, "The First Sword Sect, that's all they've got!"
Just then, a figure appeared out of nowhere.
Seeing this, the man immediately knelt respectfully on the ground, "Disciple Feng Tu, greets the Seven-Star Saint!"
The Seven-Star Saint appeared as a mere silhouette, who slightly nodded and said, "Feng Tu, now that you're done here, make a trip over here.
A disciple of my Seven Stars World, Tang Chi, has been killed. Go and avenge his death!"
Feng Tu was slightly surprised, "Tang Chi had already grasped the power of the Dao, and yet he was killed by someone from such an insignificant planet?"
The Seven-Star Saint said, "The one who killed him is quite powerful, you must be careful. If it were not for my own pursuit of an Emperor, I would have personally come down to annihilate him. Remember, no one shall offend the Seven Stars World, offenders will be shown no mercy!"
"Feng Tu obeys!"
The silhouette of the Seven-Star Saint dissipated...
Somewhere within a Chaotic river, dozens of figures were frantically sprinting through the Chaos, chasing after a faint you blood-colored golden light in front. Behind them lay a trail of corpses, indicating the severe cost of their pursuit.