Chapter 7: Zhuangzi's Past, Fuling Pig Demon!
"My fate is sealed!"
Though a Ghost General, he lacked the numerous skills of others and, being fixed in place by Divine Skills, Gao Tai Gong's eyes widened in complete despair.
He saw the iron staff enlarging as it approached his face but stopped abruptly in front of his forehead.
Boom...
The gust of wind howled, dispersing the ghostly aura around Gao Tai Gong's body and revealing his original form.
He appeared sparse-haired with deep wrinkles drooping from his old face, decaying teeth in his mouth, and his body bent and frail as kindling.
After the divine intervention, he regained the ability to move but dared not stir, for Sun Wukong's intense gaze was fixed directly upon him.
"You really do look frightening!"
Sun Wukong commented, his face showing neither fear nor any concern, more of curiosity, and asked, "Tell me, is this the manor that Zhu Ganglie once stayed in a thousand years ago?"
"You know of it?"