"Aren't we going a bit too far with this?" Tu Xiao'an said as he rose high into the air. He looked down at the so-called noble Young Master Qin, who was in a truly wretched state. It looked like he had been gang-raped by a horde of monkeys.
The Bull Demon King said blankly, "No, we're not."
"Really? Not at all?"
"Not at all, Master."
"Alright then." Tu Xiao'an's conscience was clear.
The group that had barged into Monkey Mountain was completely wiped out. Each one had died more miserably than the last, and even the Rank Three Creatures among them had not met a peaceful end. But the root cause was simple: their thinking had been foolish and naive.
Just a dozen or so people had dared to charge into Monkey Mountain. Did they really think the monkeys inside were from a zoo?
Perhaps they never expected Monkey Mountain to have two Rank Three Demon Spirits, both of whom were incredibly strong. Devastating them couldn't have been easier.
