Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

The Black Bear Spirit turned to look back and realized that the warm gold door, which was over two meters tall, almost two meters wide, and more than a meter thick, had completely disappeared!

The Black Bear Spirit looked confused. Warm gold was extremely hard and heavy, hundreds of times heavier than ordinary metals, and it was a constant temperature metal. No matter how cold it was outside, it maintained a warm temperature, hence the name warm gold.

However, warm gold wasn't that rare, at least not when compared to the treasures stored in his vault. Why would they leave the treasures and carry off such a massively heavy door? What was the meaning of this?

Regardless, since the treasures were not taken, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He then asked the little black bear, "Did you just say that the monk ran away?"

The little black bear nodded vigorously.

"Let's go check!" After speaking, the Black Bear Spirit went to look for Tang Sanzang.

Before he reached the place, he heard thunderous snoring from the end of the corridor.

The Black Bear Spirit looked at the little black bear; they both wore curious expressions. If the monk had run away, who was snoring in the cell?

When they arrived, they were speechless!

They saw a giant red cape covering a warm gold door slab about one meter thick and two meters in length and width. A bald man was sleeping soundly on top, covered with a white tiger pelt and using a plump rabbit spirit as a pillow!

"Great King, help!"

Upon hearing this, the Black Bear Spirit looked down and saw that two little bear spirits were trapped under the slab! Their eyes were rolling back, and they were almost dead.

Unfortunately, the slab was too heavy. Despite their efforts, the two creatures couldn't get out and were resigned to being supports for the door slab.

The Black Bear Spirit's forehead was lined with frustration as he asked in bewilderment, "What is going on here?"

A little black bear guard shouted, "Great King, it was the monk's doing...

Earlier, he got up, ripped off the bars, and knocked us out.

When we woke up, we were trapped under here supporting the bed!"

"Great King, help us, we can't breathe..."

Upon hearing that, the Black Bear Spirit became furious, rushed over, grabbed the monk by the collar of his clothes, and roared, "Baldy, you've gone too far!"

As soon as he uttered the word "baldy," the Black Bear Spirit distinctly felt the temperature in the entire cave drop...

Then the monk slowly opened his eyes, a chilly gleam flashing within, and asked ominously, "Who did you call baldy?"

Sweat instantly covered the Black Bear Spirit's forehead, but he was also bold and blustered, "Dead baldy, who are you trying to scare? I'm calling you out! Not a hair on your head, if you're not a baldy, who is?"

After the Black Bear Spirit finished speaking, he then noticed that the temperature around him was dropping further and the monk's expression was becoming increasingly terrifying...

The next moment, he saw a big hand swoop down and press his head down with overwhelming force!

The Black Bear Spirit, like a rag doll, had no power to resist and was directly pressed onto the door slab!

Then he heard Tang Sanzang roar, "I'll teach you to call me baldy! I'll teach you to call me baldy!"

As he spoke, Tang Sanzang, holding the Black Bear Spirit's head, repeatedly slammed it into the door slab!

Thud, thud, thud!

The dull sound made all the other demons shiver, not daring to interfere.

As the Black Bear Spirit's tears streamed from the pain, he yelled furiously, "Dead baldy, let go of me!"

Meanwhile, he was inwardly exclaiming, "Damn, what kind of monk is this? His strength is too great, I can't break free!"

The Black Bear Spirit thought a few bumps on the head would suffice, but instead the monk held his neck with one foot, preventing him from getting up, and shouted with arms wide open, "I'll teach you to call me baldy, I'll make you balder than me!"

The monk's hands moved like a motorized weed puller, sending black hair flying everywhere. In the blink of an eye, the Black Bear Spirit's head was bald!

A dark, blood-soaked, bald head emerged in front of everyone.

The Black Bear Spirit looked up, and actually managed to raise his head a bit. The metallic sheen of the door slab reflected a figure, that of a bruised and swollen black bald head!

A dead silence...

After a long while...

"Stinky Monk, I'm done playing with you! My spear, now!"

The dark cherry spear flew towards him, and the Black Bear Spirit caught it, glaring fiercely at Tang Sanzang in front of him.

Tang Sanzang put on a scared face, "You wouldn't be thinking of fighting me, would you?"

The Black Bear Spirit, touching his bald head angrily, roared, "It's not just a fight... I'm going to kill you!"

The spear thrust forward!

Boom!

A loud explosion erupted, and the entire prison shattered!

Debris flew around, and dust filled the sky!

A group of little demons were blown away...

In the chaos, one little demon got up, rubbed its eyes, and shouted, "Did our king win?"

A gust of wind blew, the dust cleared, and there on the ground where the prison had stood, the Black Bear Spirit stood with legs apart and hands thrusting forward, a long spear stuck in the chest of a bald man in front!

But that bald man was standing there unharmed, tilting his head and looking icily at the Black Bear Spirit, who was sweating profusely.

"How is this possible?" The Black Bear Spirit looked incredulous. That strike would have sent even Sun Wukong tumbling.

Yet this bald man hadn't stepped back at all; he looked totally unaffected!

Tang Sanzang clenched his fists, "Little black fat bald bear, you really dared to make a move... Well, I won't be polite then!"

Boom!

Without the bald man doing anything noticeable, a great force sent the Black Bear Spirit flying back several steps.

The bald man stomped his foot and his Kasaya exploded, revealing a muscular upper body, and his impressive muscles were actually not inferior to those of the Black Bear himself!

"You... you..." The Black Bear Spirit was frightened because the other's aura was truly terrifying!

Crack!

Tang Sanzang clenched his fists.

Shick!

Tang Sanzang stepped back, lunged forward with a bow stance, spinning his body, and pulling his fist back.

The Black Bear Spirit's sixth sense was wildly pulsating, alarm bells ringing in his mind as if frantically warning him, "You're going to die, you're going to die, you're going to die!"

The Black Bear Spirit screamed, "What are you going to do?"

Tang Sanzang lifted his head and punched out, "Watch the punch!"

Boom!

The Black Bear Spirit saw a wall-sized fist power rushing towards him, its terrifying force solidifying. Before the fist power arrived, his armor burst open and his fur was blown off!

His eyes were so scared they nearly exploded out, he yelled, "Help!"

Boom!

The Fist Power swallowed the Black Bear Spirit.

The little demons only heard a thunderous roar, and when they looked up again, a trail of Fist Power swept by, collapsing walls and shattering roads, howling as it went.

Meanwhile, outside the Black Wind Cave on the Black Wind Mountain, Sun Wukong stood at the entrance, carrying the Jingu Bang and cursing loudly, "Black Blind One, come out and face your death!"

White Dragon Horse cheered from the side, "Yeah, come out and face your death!"