The Sword of the End—The Must-Kill Move
Creation Fairy had felt a little lonely lately because she had lost an evenly matched rival. Merit Snake Beauty had been terribly busy, helping Senior White fleece the sheep to raise the level of Song Shuhang's Core World, as well as assisting Senior White with the God-Making Project.
Today, she had finally encountered an opponent who stirred her competitive spirit in singing. Naturally, she would give it everything she had!
The pipa in her hands played with the grandeur of clashing armies and warhorses. Her vermilion lips parted slightly, and a Voice of Heaven that seemed not to belong to the mortal world rang out, shaking the entire scene.
The 133 Sacred Apes did not let Song Shuhang down, either.
The Great Sacred Ape at the head raised the scripture in its hand and waved it in the wind... The Confucian Scripture transformed into a pair of pitch-black sunglasses. The Great Sacred Ape calmly put them on.
Next, it took off the Confucian robe it was wearing and gave it a forceful wave, putting it on inside out... Under the eyes of the crowd, the inside-out Confucian robe transformed into a pitch-black tailcoat.
Meanwhile, the True Dragon phantom that had originally coiled around its neck slowly rotated and transformed into a bow tie.
Behind the Great Sacred Ape, 132 Lesser Sacred Apes formed a square formation and executed the same movements in perfect unison.
One hundred and thirty-three handsome Sacred Apes in black made their entrance.
Under the incredulous gaze of the petite figure on the other side, the 133 Sacred Apes began to dance in perfect synchronization.
Uniform outfits, uniform physiques, uniform movements—when combined, they created a breathtaking aesthetic. Even if 133 Sacred Apes performed the "ape pounding its chest" move at