Tang Sanzang merely looked at the Red Boy in his hand and said expressionlessly, "I gave you a chance before, but you didn't want to seize it yourself. In that case, don't blame me. The Buddha Sect's wrath isn't something you can withstand."
As he spoke, flames began to rise from Tang Sanzang's hand as well.
However, these flames were an incomparably dim color, like a cloud of churning dust and mist.
Amid these strange flames, Red Boy barely had time to beg for mercy before he was completely killed, even refined into a red flaming lotus.
Tang Sanzang held the flaming lotus and looked at it a few times before disdainfully throwing it to Wu Feng, as if tossing away garbage.
Wu Feng was overjoyed to receive the flames.
Tang Sanzang had no use for this thing, but to Wu Feng, it was an excellent supplement.
The fire lotus was filled with the aura of the Three True Fires. As long as Wu Feng devoured it, he would be able to control the Three True Fires to a certain extent.
Of course, devouring the fire lotus required a method.
Wu Feng could not do that yet, so he chose to put it into his storage bag.
Tang Sanzang had sealed away the fire lotus's power. Thus, even though it was placed in Wu Feng's rather ordinary storage bag, it had little effect and would not burn up.
When the minor demons saw Tang Sanzang dispatch their Great King so easily, they hurriedly knelt on the ground one after another and shouted for mercy.
Tang Sanzang merely smiled before turning to Wu Feng and saying, "Wu Feng, what do you think? If it were you, how would you deal with these little monsters?"
Wu Feng looked at Tang Sanzang's noncommittal