No Need for Morality When Dealing with Monsters Like This

Sun Wu shook his head and staggered to his feet.

White Bone Spirit struggled to climb out of the sedan chair, only for Tang Luo to casually shove her back inside.

"Train more. You're far too weak right now. You'd make it ten meters down the road to Western Heaven at most before getting beaten to death," Tang Luo said to Sun Wu.

Sun Wu's strength had surged dramatically, but he was still Sun Wu, not Sun Wukong.

"What do you mean, weak like Little White Dragon?" Ao Yu protested from the side.

She wasn't weak, okay?

"Oh, sorry. I meant the other one," Tang Luo said.

The unit of combat power: Little White Dragon Ao Yulie.

Not this Little White Dragon, Ao Yu.

"There's another one?" Ao Yu was somewhat puzzled, but she did not press the issue. She had never been particularly curious by nature.

"Now that you're here, it really isn't appropriate." Tang Luo's gaze swept over and landed on Tang Seng. "Zhishen, from now on, you'll be the unit of combat power."

"Huh?" Tang Seng froze. What was going on?

He was a monk devoted to Buddhism. How had he suddenly become a unit of combat power?

Tang Luo smiled at Tang Seng, then walked over to Sun Wu. Stepping up into thin air, he slung an arm around Sun Wu's shoulders. "Look, your previous strength was one and a half Zhishens. After just beginning the Seventy-Two Transformations, you're already at one hundred Zhishens. But if you want to fight me, you'll need at least a hundred trillion Zhishens. You're still too weak."

Sun Wu was unwilling to accept it, but he had to admit that the other man was right.

"But it's fine. This isn't the full extent of your strength. By now, you must