Seeing the Human-Faced Monkey hopping about in the distance, pointing at him and chattering to those half-human, half-ape creatures, Zhang Xiaohua rubbed his nose and secretly shook his head. He deeply disapproved of Wuming Hall's slaughter of the Human-Faced Monkeys yesterday, yet neither could he simply stand by and let them smash all the Pill-Refining Hall disciples in the valley to death. Perhaps the Human-Faced Monkey had reason to seek vengeance, but since he had encountered it, he could only stop it.
In that brief moment, the enormous half-human, half-ape creatures had understood the Human-Faced Monkey's meaning. A few remained behind to continue throwing boulders into the valley, while the others charged viciously toward Zhang Xiaohua.
Zhang Xiaohua did not hesitate. He drew Dreamchaser from his robes and tossed it into the air. The little sword gave a cheerful cry and shot swiftly toward them.
How could beasts such as the Human-Faced Monkeys have ever seen such a sight? They raised their enormous palms and slapped down hard. Dreamchaser was like a nimble little bird, twisting aside to evade them. It seemed to ignore them entirely as it flew straight toward the distant beasts that were laboriously pushing boulders.
With a splat, Dreamchaser neatly pierced one beast's palm. Without pausing, it passed through the massive boulder and emerged from the other side, piercing another palm as well. The beast howled in agony, clutching its bleeding hands and leaping wildly. The little sword did not slow in the slightest, immediately swooping toward another beast. Before long, every beast that had remained behind to push boulders into the valley had both hands pierced by the little sword. They stood there in pain, their shoulders twitching. How could they continue their violence?
The dozen or so beasts charging Zhang Xiaohua were initially startled