Jiang Xingze's words were undeniably encouraging. What were all the Snake Catchers Ascending the Mountain for if not to catch snakes? How could they be intimidated now that a snake had actually appeared?
It didn't matter if it was a Vampire Snake or a Snake Demon. Fear was one thing, but since it had appeared so brazenly, they had to catch it. Otherwise, how could the Snake Catchers of Bai Town ever show their faces again?
At that moment, a sturdy, powerfully built middle-aged man holding a Snake Hook stepped forward. His eyes were fixed on the terrifying Vampire Snake, which stood with its head held high. His voice boomed like a great bell, "I'll catch it. A snake is just a snake. It can't defy the heavens."
No matter how mighty Sun Wukong was, he could never escape the Tathagata Buddha's Five Finger Mountain.
"Master Li, you've got this! We're counting on you!"
