Journey to the West: Please Call Me the White Bone Demon

Both Golden Horn and Silver Horn only possess the cultivation level of Golden Immortals. In terms of raw strength, they are no match for Sun Wukong, let alone the Black Bear Spirit and the Yellow Wind Monster. At most, they can only bully the White Dragon Horse and Sha Wujing.

Now that he had been exposed, he quickly leaped high into the air, stood in the void, and raised the purple-gold gourd with a cold smile, the mouth of the gourd facing Sun Wukong.

He shouted, "Sun Wukong!"

The monkey could sense that the demon king's strength was even below the Taiyi level. Hearing this, it nonchalantly laughed and said, "Grandpa is here!"

Before the words were finished, an invisible suction force surged out of the gourd's mouth, like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, or like a whale sucking in water.

Sun Wukong felt his body lighten and his feet sink into the air, and he flew uncontrollably toward the mouth of the gourd.

He instinctively tried to use a spell to stabilize himself, but the suction force was completely unaffected by magic, swallowing him, his staff, and his unruly nature into the gourd.

"Senior Brother!"

The Black Bear Demon, the Yellow Wind Monster, and Sha Wujing all exclaimed in alarm.

But it was too late.

The lid of the purple-gold gourd closed automatically with a soft "pop".

The Silver Horned King weighed the gourd in his hand and laughed, "Everyone says you, Sun Wukong, are so powerful, but you're nothing special."

He smugly tucked the gourd into his waistband, then turned his gaze to the remaining few, a playful smirk on his lips.

The Yellow Wind Monster reacted the fastest, forming hand seals and unleashing a gust of wind from his mouth.

His idea was good. Regardless of whether the sandstorm could cause any real harm to the demon king, he would first blind him, and then he and his third senior brother would attack from both sides to capture the demon king and rescue their eldest senior brother.

A fierce wind howled out, whipping up a sky full of yellow sand, and swept towards the Silver Horn King.

The wind was so strong that it uprooted ancient trees along the roadside and blew boulders into the air.

Silver Horn King, however, remained calm and composed, taking out a jade bottle from his sleeve, with the mouth facing outwards, and gently shaking it.

The jade bottle appeared small, but it was like a bottomless abyss. When the Samadhi Divine Wind struck the mouth of the bottle, it was sucked in silently, like a mud ox entering the sea, without leaving a trace.

Yellow Wind Monster's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "How is this possible?!"

His Samadhi Divine Wind was so powerful that even a Taiyi Golden Immortal would have to avoid its edge, yet this monster managed to capture it with just a bottle.

He was both shocked and furious, and was about to unleash his supernatural powers again when the black bear demon charged out, brandishing his red-tasseled spear: "Monster! Take this from me, the old bear!"

He was twelve feet tall and incredibly strong. With a thrust of his spear, he made a whooshing sound as the spear tip gleamed coldly, aiming straight for the Silver Horn King's throat.

The Silver Horn King neither dodged nor avoided, but merely sneered, reached out and swept his hand to his waist, and a golden light instantly flew out.

Golden Rope!

The rope was entirely golden, like a serpent emerging from its hole, and automatically coiled towards the black bear spirit.

The black bear demon's spear tip just reached the silver horn king, but the golden rope wrapped around his wrist.

He felt a sudden tightening on his wrist, and the golden rope, like a leech, spread up his arm and bound him tightly in the blink of an eye.

He tried to break free, but found that he couldn't muster even a trace of magic power, as if all his magic power was locked up by the rope.

With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground, unable to move, feeling both ashamed and angry.

Seeing this, the Yellow Wind Monster and Sha Wujing rushed forward at the same time.

One brandished a steel fork, while the other wielded a demon-slaying staff, launching a pincer attack from the left and right.

But the Silver Horn King was prepared. The Golden Rope was as easy to use as his own arm. With a flash of golden light, it wrapped around the Yellow Wind Monster's legs, and with another flash, it bound Sandy's hands.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were bound together by the glittering golden rope and fell to the ground, too weak to even struggle.

Yellow Wind Monster gritted his teeth, trying to unleash his magic power again, but found that he couldn't mobilize even a fraction of it. The Golden Rope had even locked up the magic power within his body.

He was terrified, anxious, and ashamed.

The Silver Horn King accepted the three magical treasures, clapped his hands, and acted as if he had done something insignificant.

He looked down at the three monsters bound tightly on the ground and laughed, "Is this all the skill you have? You dare to challenge me, the Great King? You're really overestimating yourselves."

He turned around, his gaze finally landing on the figure that had been standing quietly in place, without moving an inch.

"Monk, your disciples have all fallen."

Silver Horn King walked towards him step by step, a victor's smile on his face, his voice full of smugness, "Your eldest disciple is trapped in my gourd, and your second, third, and fourth disciples are all tied up like dumplings. Now you're all alone, what tricks do you have up your sleeve? Obediently come back to the mountain with me, and I'll skin you alive and enjoy you."

He deliberately spoke cruelly, hoping to see fear on Yun Zhao's face.

But he was disappointed.

Yun Zhao remained calm, not even raising an eyebrow, simply watching him quietly.

The black bear spirit struggled to raise its head and roared at the Silver Horn King, "Monster! You dare touch a hair on my master's head? Once I'm free, I'll grind you to dust!"

Yellow Wind Monster gritted his teeth and said, "Our eldest brother will definitely come out of the gourd! You just wait!"

Sha Wujing didn't speak, but stared intently at Silver Horn King, his eyes filled with hatred.

Silver Horn King scoffed and said, "Come out? He's trapped inside the Purple Gold Gourd. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal couldn't escape. The three of you are bound by the Golden Rope, unable to even muster your magic power. Who do you expect to save you? Save your breath."

He walked up to Yun Zhao, stretched out the hand that was still holding the golden rope, and reached out to grab his collar.

"This humble monk advises you to release my disciples, otherwise you'll regret it later."

King Silver Horn paused for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Regret? What do I have to regret? Are you out of your mind? I've already taken your most capable disciple, Sun Wukong. What makes you think I'll regret this?"

He laughed for a while before finally managing to stop, wiping his eyes and shaking his head, saying, "Monk, if you obediently beg for mercy, this great king might spare your life. If you continue to be stubborn..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Yun Zhao made a move.

He simply extended a hand casually.

But the Silver Horn King felt that when that hand fell, the entire flat-topped mountain shrank a few feet in that instant.

An overwhelming force surged from Yun Zhao's hand, like a tidal wave, like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, making it hard for the Silver Horn King to breathe.

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and then his whole body was pressed down onto the bluestone slab beneath his feet by that hand, with an invisible giant mountain pressing down on his chest, so that he couldn't even move a finger.

The golden rope slipped from his hand and rolled into the dust with a soft sound.

The Black Bear Spirit, the Yellow Wind Monster, and Sha Wujing were all stunned.

Three pairs of eyes widened and mouths gaped open.

The master, who was usually gentle and mild-mannered, riding a white horse, wearing a kasaya, and constantly chanting "Amitabha," now used only one hand to pin the monster who had just easily subdued the three of them to the ground, rendering him unable to move.

Is that correct?

Are they still half asleep? That's impossible!

"Master...Master?!"

The black bear spirit's voice changed, and he stammered, unable to utter complete sentences.

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Happy Dragon Boat Festival, everyone!