After defeating the Great Horse Monkey, Xuan Mo continued forward. Then—holy crap, what was with that aura and physique? This was interesting. Who the heck was this? Why did his aura feel so familiar?
Before he could react, the figure opposite him planted his staff, then unleashed three consecutive strikes straight at Xuan Mo. If Xuan Mo had still been holding that little wooden stick instead of the Yan Tian Thunder Rod, those three blows would already have finished him.
Xuan Mo steadied his mind and said, "Another monkey? Come on, you've finally shown yourself, so at least introduce yourself."
"Certainly, certainly. I am the Through-Back Ape Monkey—Yuan Hong. I wield the Sky-Supporting White Jade Pillar. Do you dare fight?" Atop the mountain cliff, Yuan Hong let out a thunderous roar, his voice echoing through the lush green valley as if even the pines trembled. His deft hands danced with the Sky-Supporting White Jade Pillar, whose surface shimmered in the sunlight with a crystalline sheen, like a mysterious magic artifact inlaid with stars. Yuan Hong's figure streaked across the blue sky, his staff creating a rainbow of afterimages as his imposing aura spread in all directions.
Opposite him, Xuan Mo studied the ape, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile, seemingly amused by the monkey's confidence. He held the Yan Tian Thunder Rod in his hand, its entire length glowing like fire and illuminating the surrounding world, as if setting the air ablaze. Xuan Mo stood straight as a pine, his expression calm and unchanged, as though he were facing a grand performance and was merely an indifferent spectator.
"If you're even afraid of a monkey, how are you supposed to survive in the Primordial Wilderness?" Xuan Mo's voice erupted like a mountain torrent, loud and forceful.