At those words, Wang Quan burst out laughing. "It's just killing a few gods and devils in temples. How does that count as rebellion?"
"Besides, even if we do rebel, there's no need to raise a pole and rise up!"
Giant Serpent and the boy shook their heads. "Master, killing the gods and devils in temples is rebellion!"
"And throughout history, rebelling has always required raising a pole and rising up!"
"Without a [pole], you can't kill gods and devils."
Wang Quan laughed heartily. Spotting a towering tree nearby, he opened his mouth and breathed out a gust of wind.
This was neither a wind from the east, south, west, or north, nor a wind of spring, summer, autumn, or winter.
It was a wind from his heart, biting with murderous intent.
Crack!
The wind swept over the tree and carved out a flagpole.
He beckoned again, and the three-headed Giant Serpent fell helplessly into his hand.
Wang Quan shook Giant Serpent, snapping him ramrod straight with a crack.
Before Giant Serpent could react, he casually stripped off his skin.
Riiip!
Giant Serpent screamed and rolled all over the ground in pain.
Wang Quan opened his mouth and breathed out another spell.
Riiip!
The spell landed on Giant Serpent, and scales immediately sprouted across his body. But because they grew too quickly, they left him both aching and itching.
This made him suffer even more.
Flap!
Wang Quan hung the snakeskin on the flagpole and shook it.
The flagpole shook, the stark white snakeskin rustling as its three heads swayed, baring fangs and brandishing claws. It had a flavor all its own.
The boy and the three-headed serpent watched, their minds reeling. "This is raising a pole and rising up?"
"It's that simple?"
Wang Quan smiled. "Just chop off a