Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

"You two aren't the first disciples I've had," Tang Sanzang counted on his fingers, "Above you, there is a monkey, a pig, a rough man, a horse, plus another monkey. Let's see, Qin Se, you're number six, Qing Shan, you're number seven."

Qing Shan and Qin Se were stunned, having had no idea that Tang Sanzang had other disciples, and so many at that, with apparently only one being human.

Qing Shan asked, "What about the other senior brothers, are they from which Saints?"

Scratching his chin, Tang Sanzang said, "Er, they should have broken through to the Daluo Golden Immortal and entered the Primordial Realm, or maybe not... Oh, right, that horse might not have reached Daluo Golden Immortal yet."

Qing Shan, Qin Se: "2#￥...￥%..."

Proudly, Tang Sanzang declared, "Don't look at me like that. I can't do anything, can't teach anything. They all joined the monastery with skills, and learned on their own."

Qing Shan and Qin Se were speechless once again, suddenly feeling that their master was a bit unreliable.

But, having boarded the bandit ship, there was no getting off. They just had to accept it.

Just then, Chess Saint said, "Master, we are approaching the Realm of Paintings."

The group looked towards it cautiously and sneakily, parting the fog only to see that the Realm of Paintings was still floating there, with not a Saint in sight around it. However, there were many Spirit Talismans floating around...

Chess Saint explained, "Those are alert talismans, used to monitor the Realm of Paintings. Mostly, they restrain each other, and no one has a chance to act. Now that everyone has dispersed, or gone somewhere to discuss, they've left these alert talismans to watch over the Realm of Paintings to prevent anyone from making a move first."

Qing Shan said, "Master, the outer layer of the Realm of Paintings is covered with layer upon layer, no fewer than a hundred layers, of Saints' barriers. Even if a congenital Saint came, they couldn't take the Realm of Paintings away in a short time."

Chess Saint replied, "At most thirty seconds. If we can't take the Realm of Paintings within thirty seconds, we'll be like dumplings being wrapped up. Master, what do you think?"

Chin in hand, Tang Sanzang eyed the undulating scroll and asked, "What do you think, how much force would it take to break through this?"

Chess Saint said, "At the very least, ten times the force you usually use to punch through worlds! Anything less won't be enough...."

Tang Sanzang said, "I'm worried that a punch might kill everyone inside. We came to rob, not to kill."

Chess Saint requested, "Can you give me some time to calculate it properly?"

Seeing that no one was around, Tang Sanzang agreed.

Meanwhile, elsewhere!

"You dead rabbit, let's see where you can run to!" Furious Saint, not knowing how, had gotten ahead of Qin E and blocked his path.

Other Saints like Berserk Saint, Thousand Needles Saint, and others also surrounded them from all sides, with over sixty Saints blocking every possible escape route for the rabbit.

Qin E fumbled in his sleeve and shouted, "Don't come any closer, or... I'll unleash a deadly weapon!"

"Again? You dead rabbit, you've used this trick before; do you think we are fools to fall for it again?" Berserk Saint roared.

But Qin E shouted unabashedly, "I'm serious this time. Those who don't believe me, come forward, and I promise you'll be spraying blood within five steps!"

Having been fooled once, Berserk Saint couldn't contain his temper when he heard Qin E bragging again, and charged forward saying, "I'm coming forward, I want to see how you're going to make me spray blood within five steps!"

As Berserk Saint spoke, he took four strides forward, and the fifth step was a large stride right in front of Qin E!

Almost simultaneously, everyone widened their eyes to see what would happen next, wondering if the rabbit was lying this time.

Just then, the bald man swung his hand and pulled out something!

That thing thrust forward!

Bang!

The Wild Saint only saw a pig's head enlarging in front of him, then almost hitting his face, which scared him into hurriedly retreating more than a dozen steps. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just a Primordial Realm demon pig!

The face of the Wild Saint turned dark instantly. He, a revered saint, had actually been scared off by a minor demon pig from the Primordial Realm.

Without anyone telling him, he felt his face burning with embarrassment...

"Pfft...hahaha, Wild Saint, it's just a little demon pig, what are you so afraid of?" Rage Buddha Saint took the opportunity to make Wild Saint feel sick.

The complexion of the Wild Saint turned from green to white as he glared at the rabbit and scolded, "You damn rabbit, is this what you call a great weapon? Are you trying to kill me with it?"

Qin E spoke lazily, "Don't laugh, and don't disbelieve, this indeed is a great weapon!"

"Nonsense! Just a Primordial Realm pig demon; aside from being tasty, what else can it do? We could stand here motionless, and if it can cut off even one of my hairs, I'll consider it a win!" Thousand Needles Saint cursed.

Zhu Ganglie really wanted to say I'll try, but seeing the opponent was a Saint, he immediately kept quiet.

Joking, Saints are immortal, a single hair could kill a Semi-Saint, let alone him, a minor Primordial creature?

Keeping quiet and admitting inferiority is the true path to staying alive.

However, he still glared fiercely at the rabbit and transmitted a message, "Rabbit, what are you doing? Weren't we supposed to be breaking out? Why are we still surrounded?"
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Qin E sighed, "There are just too damn many people, you know, my sense of direction is bad. I had run out, but then accidentally circled back."

Zhu Ganglie: "@#￥...￥..."

He thought about strangling that rabbit, the one who had urged him into Chaos, the one who had urged him to mess with other people's world, the one who said they could break out, and now they were surrounded by a group of Saints. He suddenly felt that his pig's life might be coming to an end.

Seeing him looking like a resigned pig, Qin E laughed and said, "Don't lose heart, you are our great weapon. If they fail to recognize the good, we will still need to use you to kill them."

Upon hearing this, not to mention the Saints, even Zhu Ganglie rolled his eyes, "Big brother, stop joking. Relying on me to kill them? How so? Are you planning to cut some poisoned pork from my body to send them? Or cook it first? I guess they won't eat..."

Qin E shook his head, "You really don't know how precious you are."

Zhu Ganglie was puzzled, wasn't he clear about his own weight? Him, precious?

If it's about the quality of the meat, he was confident, but killing Saints? Let's forget it.

The Wild Saint interrupted their conversation, "Enough! You a rabbit and a pig, stop acting. Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, you are still going to die!"

"Who says?" Qin E retorted, unconvinced.

The Wild Saint pounded his chest, "I say it! Do you really think the sixty-seven of us Saints are useless?"

Qin E laughed and crooked his finger, "Alright, if you're capable, come at me!"

Not a single Wild Saint stepped forward, but he said to everyone, "Let's do it together, kill them! At least kill that pig first!"

This was where the Wild Saint was smart; directly targeting the rabbit made everyone anxious, fearing the rabbit might pull someone down with him in his final moments.

But killing that little pig posed no such danger.