The White Horse Was a Dragon All Along

Guanyin never imagined that the little White Dragon could be so powerful.

A mere wicked dragon should have been killed with a single blow, so how could he fight Wukong back and forth on equal terms?

The way he gnaws at the white horse looks as if he is chewing through a thousand-year plan to fetch the scriptures in the West.

Deep in the Dragon Palace of the Western Sea, Ao Run strokes the cold golden crown of his second son. "Go. Claim the golden body and right fruition for the Dragon Clan!"