"I don't believe you!"
A piercing scream rang out, startling the jackdaws in the distant mountain woods into flight.
Red Boy's eyes were bloodshot, the veins in his neck bulging one by one.
He stared fixedly at everyone before him, staggering backward.
"I am the Holy Infant Great King! I am the son of the Bull Demon King and the Rakshasa Woman!"
He suddenly pointed at the Bodhisattva, his voice cracking and trembling.
"Who are you calling Pingala?!"
"It's all... a lie!"
Two plumes of purple-black smoke gushed from his nostrils. An intensely black cloud instantly shrouded his young face, exuding a chilling menace.
"You're all lying to me!"
He viciously scanned his surroundings. He stared at Wukong, standing with his cudgel held crosswise, then at the helpless-looking Bodhisattva, before fixing his gaze on Princess Iron Fan's tear-streaked face.
"You're all fakes, here to trick me! Where's my mother?! Where's my mother?!"
He clutched his head with both hands, digging his fingers deep into the skin of his face and clawing out bloody scratches.
"You just want to make me obey and go with you! You're trying to trick me!"
"She has nothing to do with my mother! You must have taken my mother away! You made her look like my mother! Give my mother back!! You're all lying!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Red Boy suddenly swung both fists and smashed them down against the bridge of his nose.
Blood sprayed from his nostrils.
The Five Graspings Intertwined, and great terror arose in his heart.
Doubt, hatred, delusion, and arrogance utterly devoured his reason.
The raging purple-black mist became tangible flames, and Samadhi True Fire erupted from his mouth and nose.
Carrying a fury that would destroy everything, the flames became a sea of fire filling the sky, intent on burning every