Behind the crowd.
A rascal who looked only seven or eight years old was crouched there, peeking around mischievously.
He clutched a bulging animal-hide sack tightly in his arms.
Shi Hao kept a wary eye on the frenzied monkey as he stuffed a glistening Spirit Fruit into his mouth and mumbled indistinctly:
"That monkey's so stingy."
"I only pulled up a few peach trees and drank a little wine. Was all this really necessary?"
"Besides, I didn't take everything. I even left it a few strands of monkey hair as a keepsake, didn't I?"
If the Divine Monkey King had heard those words, he would probably have been so furious he'd have spat up three mouthfuls of blood and swallowed Shi Hao whole.
At that moment, the atmosphere outside Hundred Broken Mountain was just as tense.
The elders of the ancient sects and noble families waited outside the passageway, pacing anxiously like ants on a hot pan.
The passageway was about to close. If their disciples didn't come out soon, they'd be trapped inside.
"Is that the Divine Monkey from the depths of Hundred Broken Mountain?"
"A pure-blooded creature of the King Marquis Realm! Why has it come to block the exit?"
An elder from Sky-Mending Pavilion turned pale as he sensed the terrifying fluctuations coming from within the passageway. His heart sank to the depths.
In the current Eight Lower Realms, the King Marquis Realm was already considered a high level of power.
Who among the younger generation could withstand a Fierce Beast of this level going berserk?
Just as everyone was falling into despair,
"Rumble—"
A sound like thunderous wheels rolling across the sky suddenly came from the distant horizon.
A vast crimson cloud surged toward them. Above it, an ancient Bronze War Chariot hovered in midair.
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