Chapter 589: How Could It Be You!

Before long, a "person" appeared before the Black Snake Demon.

Unlike the other demons' excitement, that tall, powerfully built, bare-chested, golden-haired man seemed comparatively calm; he frowned at the Black Snake Demon: "You really caught Tang Sanzang?"

"Yes, General Tiger!"

The Black Snake Demon puffed out its chest, extremely proud.

Demons don't have that many formalities; all kinds of addresses are a chaotic mess.

Among the demons of Flat Top Mountain, the most powerful are the two Great Kings — Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

Under Golden Horn and Silver Horn are eight demon generals: Tiger, Wolf, Bear, Fox, Turtle, Snake, Zhi, and Lei (pronounced Lei).

The one before us is the Tiger Demon among them.

Everyone calls him General Tiger, extremely simple and straightforward.

"Speaking of a monk, shouldn't he be bald?" General Tiger looked at the white-haired Tang Luo and raised the exact same question.

"Looks like next time I should still have Bajie and the others cast an illusion spell." Tang Luo thought to himself.

This bunch of stubborn demons are so fixated on bald heads, and they don't even think — the journey to fetch scriptures is arduous, ninety out of a hundred days spent in the wilderness; where would there be time to get a haircut every few days to maintain a bald head?

Back then, Tang Luo found his hair inconvenient, so he had Ao Yulie periodically spit out a bolt of lightning.

His hair was directly electrocuted into a clump of charred powder, wiped off and it fell away; additionally, it could temper his body.

Naturally, there's no need to deliberately keep a bald head anymore; if Tang Luo wishes, his hair can also be a weapon.

"Don't know." The Black Snake Demon said, "I snatched him from right under Sun Wukong's eyelids."

"That Great Sage Equal to Heaven?" General Tiger was somewhat puzzled.

To tell the truth, compared to the puzzle of why this monk isn't bald, he found it even stranger how this little snake managed to abduct Tang Sanzang from the hands of the "legendary demon" Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

"What Great Sage Equal to Heaven!" The Black Snake Demon said disdainfully, "Already crippled, old and useless, I used a mere trifling scheme and he fell for it."

He recounted his proud "lure the tiger from the mountain" stratagem once through.

"Looks like you really caught him; come, I'll take you to see the Great Kings." General Tiger reached out.

The huge snake coiled around Tang Luo instantly went limp, like a dead snake, letting its prey be taken by a palm-leaf-sized large hand.

Hoisting Tang Sanzang onto his shoulder, General Tiger strode toward the Lotus Flower Hall at the highest point.

The Black Snake Demon had that huge snake leave, and itself followed behind General Tiger, occasionally flicking its forked tongue, its expression slightly ferocious.

Carrying Tang Sanzang in a swaggering parade — this should clearly have been his glory!

Unexpectedly, this old tiger cut in horizontally; merely facing a General Tiger who could crush him to death with a single hand, the Black Snake Demon dared not act rashly, only hoping the Great Kings would remember his merit.

Having a seat for him at the final banquet would be enough.

Arriving outside the Lotus Flower Hall, here was not like the chaotic mess inside the city; it was very quiet.

Guarding the gate were not some ferocious demons, but two golden-armored soldiers — at least from their appearance, they didn't have the slightest demonic trait.

Who knows what kind of demons they are.

"I've brought Tang Sanzang, requesting an audience with the Great King and the Second Great King." General Tiger, carrying Tang Sanzang on his shoulder, announced loudly.

The Black Snake Demon behind him hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping.

The two golden-armored warriors didn't say much; they silently opened the great doors.

General Tiger strode in, but left the Black Snake Demon outside.

The Black Snake Demon kept flicking its forked tongue, making "hiss hiss hiss" sounds, its body twisting and writhing, as if wanting to do something. But facing two expressionless golden-armored soldiers, it could only shrink to the side, crouch down, and wait.

In its heart, it didn't know how many times it had strangled General Tiger to death.

The Lotus Flower Palace, immortal qi abundant, pavilions and towers, flowers and trees, pools and flying cranes — like an immortal palace, far surpassing a demon's lair.

Very normal; Golden Horn and Silver Horn were originally two of the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord's attendants who watched over the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

They aren't demons, but immortals; their residence being filled with immortal qi is only right and proper.

The Flat Top Mountain and Lotus Cave that Tang Luo passed through actually count as an immortal realm too.

Only not as exaggerated as this immortal palace.

Judging from Sun Wukong's strength, this world is far inferior to Tang Luo's Mountains and Seas Realm.

Strength lacking, yet these two attendants' pomp is astonishingly great, far exceeding it.

General Tiger entered the magnificent main hall; beneath his feet was a layer of faint swirling mist, covering up to his calves.

On both sides were coiled-dragon golden pillars; overhead there was no roof, but a stretch of blue sky.

Inside the main hall there weren't excessive decorations, merely two meditation cushions placed.

General Tiger didn't stop in the empty main hall, but passed through it and entered the garden behind.

One step in, and a heady wine fragrance assaulted him; General Tiger twitched his nose twice, suppressing his craving for alcohol.

As a tiger demon, he loved good wine more than good meat.

The Lotus Flower Palace's garden wine pool was his favorite place.

Of course, General Tiger certainly remembered his duty; while inhaling the wine fragrance, he walked toward the garden's interior.

Laughter of orioles and swallows drifted over, along with various cheers, mixed with some stifled cries of pain.

General Tiger saw that on a platform paved with white jade slabs, pink petals fluttered.

A group of graceful women danced the Heavenly Demon Dance; the decadent music was intoxicating.

And beside them, a man and a wolf were engaged in a life-and-death struggle.

It could be seen that the man was no ordinary person; both his strength and speed were quite remarkable, counting as a cultivator who had entered the gate.

That wolf was also no ordinary wolf; entirely black, massive in build, at first glance resembling a black bear more than a wolf.

This is a wolf demon, barely qualifying as a demon beast / spirit monster, not a common wild beast.

Its mouth was chewing on the man's severed hand; fresh blood continuously dripped down from its jaws.

The white jade slabs were already a gory red.

The carnage on this side and the dancing on the other formed a stark contrast.

Outside the platform, a heap of demons and monsters were spectating, shouting loudly, and also pinning down quite a few captives — a scene of demons dancing in chaos.

On the high platform behind, it was yet another world entirely.

White clouds and mist formed a soft cushion; a youth of peerless beauty in a silver robe lay upon it, eyes narrowed, while maidservants attended to him with utmost devotion.

The silver-robed youth picked up a grape from beside him and tossed it downward.

The grape rolled onto the platform, and happened to be stepped on by that cultivator, who lost his balance and had his head bitten off in one gulp by the giant wolf.

One of the dancing girls, who had been dancing, trembled slightly; two streams of clear tears fell, yet she had to force a smiling face and continue dancing the involuntary Heavenly Demon Dance.

These dancing girls included monsters and also humans.

"Next." The Silver-Horn Great King said lazily.

That group of demons and monsters immediately dragged another from the captives and threw him onto the platform.

However, this one was no longer a human cultivator, but a person with some demonic beast features — not a transformed monster, but a half-demon.

If it were a transformed monster, this giant wolf definitely would not be a match.

If it's not an evenly matched fight, there's no entertainment value.

"General Tiger, what matter?" The Silver-Horn Great King yawned, shifting his gaze onto General Tiger.

General Tiger knelt on one knee: "Second Great King, I have brought Tang Sanzang."

The chaotically dancing demons around suddenly fell quiet for a moment — Tang Sanzang caught this quickly?

The Silver-Horn Great King was also somewhat surprised, his body rising slightly: "This fast? Sun Wukong is getting more and more useless. Pause for a moment."

The slaughter and dancing on the platform stopped simultaneously.

General Tiger placed Tang Luo on the platform, face down, letting fresh blood soak his face and white hair.

"Is it Tang Sanzang?" Silver-Horn glanced casually, then looked away, "I recall that before Jin Jiao left, he didn't arrange for you lot to move, did he?"

The matter of catching Tang Sanzang was arranged by Jin Jiao; he wasn't particularly informed.

Anyway, just enjoy it when the time comes; why bother managing so much? Manage too much, and there's no fun left.

Last time it was him; this time it's Jin Jiao's turn to handle affairs.

But he at least vaguely remembered that Jin Jiao had arranged six offensives to catch Tang Sanzang, and only the last two would need the Eight Demon Generals, among which there was no Tiger Demon taking action.

"A little snake brought him back; luck was better, Sun Wukong fell for a scheme." The Tiger Demon said.

"Truly a piece of trash." Silver-Horn said with disdain, "Playing like this, there's much less fun……"

Speaking, he looked again at Tang Luo, brows furrowing: "How did he end up like this?"

Tang Sanzang shouldn't look like this — a full head of white hair, in just these few years…… premature aging?

"It's just like this." General Tiger hurriedly said.

The Black Snake Demon wouldn't dare deceive him on such a major matter; otherwise he wouldn't be enough for a single mouthful.

"Tsk—" Silver-Horn scratched his silver long hair; the maidservant beside him hurriedly helped him comb and tidy it anew.

"Bring him up for me to see."

For some reason, seeing the figure lying unconscious on the platform, Silver-Horn inexplicably felt a hint of familiarity.

"Yes, Second Great King." General Tiger reached out, about to grab Tang Luo.

But the moment he touched Tang Luo, his body violently shook, and then turned into a puddle of flesh mud — dead beyond dead in an instant.

Silver-Horn bolted upright, eyes widening.

"Surprised?"

Tang Luo, lying on the ground, stood up; blood on his hair and face dripped down, leaving not a single trace.

The blood seemed to fuse into the earth-yellow monk's robe, dyeing that robe red, turning it into a red robe.

"Tang——Xuan——Zang!"

The Silver-Horn Great King's voice, from shock, sounded distorted and sharp, "How can it be you!"

"This poor monk also wants to ask." Tang Luo said, "How can it be you, this little Daoist?"

This Silver-Horn Great King is not some other Silver-Horn from another world.

But truly and actually the Silver-Horn Great King Tang Luo has witnessed and fought before!

The boy servant of Taishang Laojun of the Mountains and Seas World, the Silver-Horn Great King who descended to the mortal realm as a demon.

This…… is very interesting indeed.

"Little Daoist, you're having a lot of fun here." Tang Luo surveyed the surroundings.

"None of your business, Monk." Silver-Horn's face was gloomy.

"It is related."

Tang Luo smiled, "Have you forgotten that this poor monk, as the Victorious Fighting Buddha, excels at converting the wicked, punishing evil and promoting good, acting on behalf of Heaven?"

"Little Daoist, seeing you fallen into the demonic path, shall this poor monk convert you and let you attain Buddhahood on the spot?"

"If you have the ability, try it!" Silver-Horn stood up, momentum like a rainbow, "Do you think I'd still fear you!"

Tang Luo's fierce reputation is renowned, but to Silver-Horn and Gold-Horn, he doesn't count as a figure that makes them terrified.

At most, some wariness.

On one hand, they are Taishang Laojun's furnace-tending boys — a seventh-rank official at the Chancellor's gate — their status sits there; they consider themselves not inferior to Tang Luo.

On the other hand, during their past encounter, they used Taishang Laojun's magic treasures to stir trouble; the main combat power at that time was not Tang Luo, but Sun Wukong.

The one who left them in a sorry state and gave them psychological trauma was also Sun Wukong.