"Me!"
"Me!"
"You're a bastard! Shameless scum!"
"There's not a single decent soul in your Human Race!"
Old White Ape paced back and forth like a shrew before finally turning around and pointing furiously at Ji Hong as he cursed.
Faced with the abuse, Ji Hong remained perfectly composed, his expression unchanged throughout.
Seemingly accepting reality, Old White Ape drew a deep breath. "I never thought you'd still guard against me when we're already in the same boat!"
"I trusted you so much!"
"I treated you like my own big brother!"
"And you treated me like cannon fodder??"
Old White Ape's anger gradually subsided. Calming down, he sat sulkily on a nearby rock. After a long while, when he found that Ji Hong still showed no reaction, he finally muttered, "Fei has a trusted subordinate who once 'saved' my life on the battlefield. He's utterly loyal to me now."
"A seventh-level Demon King. He can stab Fei in the back at a critical moment."
"He can't kill Fei, but he can wound him."
Ji Hong considered it for a moment, then shook his head slightly. "An injured Fei... isn't enough. I still can't beat him."
"Fei would be fucking injured! Seriously injured, if we're lucky!"
"He wouldn't be able to use his innate divine ability!"
"That'd effectively cripple half his overall strength, and you're telling me you can't beat him?"
"Are you even a fucking Demon Lord?"
Old White Ape stared at Ji Hong incredulously, practically roaring his questions.
Of course, what little reason he had left still prompted him to spread his Demon Aura to keep the sound from carrying.
"I really can't beat him..."
Ji Hong shrugged innocently. "I'm only a Yellow Monkey, after all. I don't have a Divine Beast Blood Vein."
"I have no trump cards