The King Is in Trouble

Peach Blossom Island, Great Sage Mountain.

The mountain wind swept across the rugged cliffs, whistling like a mournful cry.

The peach orchards stretch out in front of the mountain, their blossoms like snow, creating a sea of flowers.

Deep within the mountain, there lies another hidden paradise.

Inside a huge cave, the lights were on, and torches embedded in the cave walls illuminated the interior as if it were daytime.

The firelight illuminated the damp stone wall, reflecting shimmering light and shadow, like countless Elves leaping about.

At the entrance of the cave, a group of monkeys lined up to go in and out. Their nimble limbs moved as if they were walking on flat ground on the rugged stone path, and their furry tails would occasionally swing to maintain their balance.

Each monkey carries an exquisite fruit platter and a ceramic jar filled with wine.

The fruit platter was piled high with all sorts of wild fruits, their vibrant juices dripping down the peels, and the air was filled with a rich aroma of fruit and wine.

In the center of the cave, a rustic stone table and benches formed a semicircle. The monkeys sitting on the benches all had arrogant expressions, and the ornaments made of animal bones and vines around their necks showed their extraordinary status.

They devoured the wild fruit, stuffing it into their mouths without a care for the juice splashing on their faces.

He held the earthenware jar, tilted his head back, and drank the wine, occasionally letting out a satisfied groan.

At the very top, in the main seat, sat a particularly eye-catching monkey.

It was tall and robust, its golden fur gleaming in the firelight, as if it were draped in a layer of flowing gold leaf.

It wore a crown made of hard animal horns and precious gems, which swayed slightly with its movements, reflecting a dazzling light.

The brocade and silk she wore were exceptionally beautiful, embroidered with strange totems, showcasing her unique nobility.

At this moment, it leaned against the stone chair, holding an exquisite wine cup in its hand, its eyes glazed with intoxication, and a carefree smile on its lips.

On the open ground surrounded by the stone table, a group of graceful female monkeys were dancing.

Their hair was combed smooth and glossy, and they wore colorful ribbons woven from bright flowers and vines.

To the cheerful rhythm, they swayed their slender waists, sometimes leaping into the air, sometimes twirling nimbly on the ground, their eyes full of Bewitchment.

The monkeys' drinking antics created a cacophony of noise, immersing the entire cave in a decadent and boisterous atmosphere.

Just as the singing and dancing were in full swing inside the cave, a gray shadow, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, smashed through the noise.

The monkey was disheveled, panting heavily, and its clothes were stained with mottled blood.

Stumbling and staggering, she rushed to the stone table, then knelt down with a thud, her voice trembling with sobs.

"Your Majesty! It's terrible! Foreign tribes have invaded our Peach Blossom Island!"

General Sun and his men have already engaged the enemy, but the enemy's offensive is too fierce, and General Sun is about to be overwhelmed. He has specially dispatched me to request reinforcements, begging Your Majesty to send troops immediately!

The cave, which had just been filled with laughter and noise, fell into dead silence in an instant.

The dancing female monkeys froze in place, while the monkeys holding fruit platters stood motionless like wooden stakes; even the crackling sound of torches burning on the stone wall could be clearly heard.

Wild fruits rolled off the stone table and scattered on the ground, causing ripples in the wine cups.

Sun Potian's half-closed, drunken eyes suddenly snapped open, a cold glint flashing within them.

He slowly put down the wine cup in his hand, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly, and the jewels on his crown jingled as he stood up.

"Is this true? If you dare to report military intelligence falsely, I will execute you without mercy!"

His voice carried a chilling killing intent, causing the kneeling monkey to tremble all over.

"Absolutely true!"

The gray-haired monkey slammed its forehead heavily against the stone slab, its voice trembling with tears.

"They were two humans, both powerful and with incredibly strange methods!"

General Sun's men have suffered countless casualties and are on the verge of collapse...

"Enough!"

Sun Potian suddenly stood up, his wide silk robe sweeping over the fruit plate on the table.

He grabbed the Gilded Wolf-Tooth Club beside the throne, and with a flick of his wrist, the spikes on the guillotine's head gleamed coldly in the firelight.

With a sharp "crack," he slammed the wine cup against the stone wall, sending shards of porcelain flying like Ice Prisms.

"Listen up, everyone! Take up arms and follow me into battle! Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"

Before he finished speaking, a chorus of responses immediately filled the cave.

The once-drunk monkeys instantly sobered up, charging at the enemy like arrows, grabbing their scimitars and spears...

Sun Potian's eyes, beneath his golden crown, blazed with a bloodthirsty light. He was the first to rush out of the cave, followed closely by thousands of figures like a black torrent.

Outside the cave, howling winds, accompanied by shouts of battle, surged toward Fang Bi on Peach Blossom Island.

Sun Xiaoren gripped the iron rod tightly in his hand, his nails digging deep into his palm.

Monkey soldiers lay sprawled at my feet, howling in agony. Crimson blood trickled down the cracks in the earth, leaving the ground a scene of utter devastation.

He stared intently at the two humans in the arena.

Hua Qiang stood with his left hand behind his back, the Thunderclap Blade in his hand spitting out eerie blue lightning. With each casual slash, a blade of energy several meters long tore through the void, swooping down on the monkey horde like a raging dragon.

Nalan Yan moved with the grace of a butterfly, her Longsword unleashing a silvery-white Sword Qi that swept across the battlefield, instantly shattering the wooden shields and bamboo spears in the hands of the monkey soldiers.

"Impossible... How could this be..."

Sun Xiaoren let out a dry, hoarse roar.

His nearly two thousand monkey soldiers were all elites from Peach Blossom Island. Normally, even the Black Bear Spirit would avoid them, but now they were like paper dolls in front of these two.

Hua Qiang seemed to have grown tired of the cat-and-mouse game. Suddenly, he raised his blade high, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket struck down.

The three monkeys, along with the stone wall behind them, exploded with a deafening roar, and fragments of rock mixed with charred body parts rained down.

"Captain Sun! The first line of defense is about to fall!"

The lieutenant scrambled forward, his tail being sliced in half by the Sword Qi, leaving it dripping with blood.

"Why haven't the King's reinforcements arrived yet?!"

Sun Xiaoren kicked away the convulsing monkey soldier at his feet, his scarlet eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"Send someone to urge them again! Tell the king that..."

Before he could finish speaking, a wisp of Sword Qi grazed past his ear, shaving off a few strands of hair from his head.

He staggered backward, knocking over a bamboo basket full of arrows, and watched as Hua Qiang slowly approached, stepping over the mangled limbs scattered on the ground. The lightning leaping on the blade made the human face look ferocious and terrifying.

"General! The orderly should have been fired long ago!"

Another monkey suddenly shouted at the top of its lungs, "The king must be on his way with his elite troops! We just need to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Nalan Yan's sword tip pressed against his throat, the icy touch freezing the monkey in place.

Sun Xiaoren suddenly grinned maliciously, his bloodstained teeth gleaming coldly. "So what if you're two humans? Once the King's Flowing Fire Guards arrive, you won't even have bone fragments left!"

When the time comes, this General will surely take you...

His words abruptly stopped as Hua Qiang's Thunderclap Blade was pressed against his neck, the lightning on the blade crackling and burning his neck until it curled up.

"Noisy."

Hua Qiang raised an eyebrow and sneered, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the dust rising from the distant mountain peaks.

He sheathed his sword, turned around, and looked at the crows circling in the sky, a playful smile curving his lips—it seemed the play was about to move to the next act.