A Saint dealing with a Saint—that was the proper path.
No matter how powerful one's martial strength was, before a Saint, it was nothing but paper and clay. It was better not to contend with a Saint.
But Tang Sanzang remained noncommittal. He turned to Wu Feng and said indifferently, "Wu Feng, why aren't you saying anything? Do you think so too?"
Wu Feng answered without hesitation, "Master, since Wulai did something like this, he deserves to die. We must not give him any chance. Who knows whether, as one of Zhenyuanzi's Three Corpses, he has some strange connection with his true body?"
"What if he suddenly disappears when the time comes? Where would we look for him then? It's not as if we could go to Zhenyuanzi's true body and demand him, right?"
Tang Sanzang finally smiled. "Wu Feng, so your idea is to kill this fellow and eliminate future trouble?"
Wu Feng nodded heavily, indicating that was exactly what he meant.
When Wulai heard Wu Feng say this and saw that Tang Sanzang also seemed pleased, he immediately panicked.
"You two are courting death! My true body is an absolute Saint! A Saint! That is an existence capable of drawing upon the Power of the Heavenly Dao. Aren't you afraid of dying?"
As he spoke, Wulai suddenly transformed into a streak of light and tried to flee.
But Wu Feng caught up with him and unleashed a barrage of attacks, tearing his body into pieces.
This fellow's strength was actually very low, not even reaching the Celestial Immortal realm.
Clearly, this meant that Zhenyuanzi had probably only recently broken through to the Saint realm and was still stabilizing himself. That was why he had extracted almost all the power from his Three Corpses.
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