Only after running a long way did the monkey stop. He turned to look toward Spirit Mountain, raised his furry paw, and patted his chest.
That was close!
Good thing he had read the situation quickly. Otherwise, he might have left his life there.
Where had those people come from? How were they so powerful?
The monkey looked over his injuries and bared his teeth in pain, a wave of lingering fear washing over him. Then he looked at the Golden Cudgel in his hand and could not help getting angry.
Compared to their firepower, his staff was fit for nothing but stoking a fire.
Luckily, when he had left, his master had reminded him that he was only there to make up the numbers and not to flaunt his martial prowess.
Sadly, he had only listened to half of it. Fortunately, his wits were quick, and he had used that move in the end. Otherwise, he surely would not have escaped today's calamity.
Then he grew sullen again. He had actually lost to a little brat.
It looked like he would have to go into seclusion after returning to the mountain and improve his strength. Otherwise, he would capsize in a ditch again next time.
Buddha Ancestor had already been seriously injured. Seeing that Dao Ancestor had merely sent a monkey to go through the motions, he was so enraged that his internal injuries flared up, leaving him even weaker.
Now the monkey had lost, proclaimed that he was only there to make up the numbers, and had even fucking carried a soy sauce bottle with him.
The world spun around him. In a fit of rage, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood, rolled his eyes back, and stopped breathing.
[Slaughter Points +50000000]
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