Whoosh!
The two-headed youth held the flagpole high, looked at the old Evils who continued making offerings to the god-devil, and suddenly laughed. "Master, though we haven't even pushed open the gates of rebellion... at least we've eaten some meat and gnawed on some bones."
"All that trouble wasn't for nothing!"
Wang Quan frowned and muttered to himself, "My Thunderfire and Sunlight Gourd can easily destroy a house!"
"Why couldn't they even destroy the gate?"
The two-headed youth tossed the flag aside. "Without a flag for raising the banner of rebellion, you can't harm the temple in the slightest."
"Because those are the rules."
An old Evil went up and stamped on the flag.
Crack!
The flag snapped.
The old Evil curled its lip. "You dog. You wasted the aged cured meat I meant to welcome the royal army with."
Wang Quan ignored them.
At that moment, he could not understand. "Rules?"
"Can rules beat Dharma Power and spells?"
"Without this so-called raising the banner of rebellion, there's no way to break the temple?"
"Perhaps my Thunderfire isn't powerful enough?"
After pondering for a while, he casually grabbed a ball of Thunderfire and tossed it onto a house nearby.
Boom!
The Thunderfire exploded.
An old Evil's house collapsed with a crash. White bones flew everywhere, along with the aged cured meat hidden inside. Before it could hit the ground, the other Evils scrambled to snatch it all up.
The old Evil plopped onto the ground, slapping its thighs in agitation. "Animals!"
"You're all a bunch of animals!"
Wang Quan kept throwing Thunderfire.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each ball of Thunderfire blasted apart an Evil's house.
The aged cured meat and bones hidden inside went flying.
A mob of Evils fought over them, gnawing ravenously.
Boom!
Only when the last house was