Shadows of the staff sprang up from the ground, spreading out to cover almost everyone.
Under the sea of staff shadows, every Loose Cultivator was hit without distinction.
Bang bang bang bang!
One Loose Cultivator after another fell inside the shadows, heads cracked and bleeding, or writhing in pain.
Huang Li, as the number-one lackey, got it even worse—his face was beaten so swollen that when he went flying, a tooth even flew out. No one knew if the Monkey King did that on purpose.
Watching his men drop one by one, Duanmu Sa was completely dumbfounded.
For him to make a name for himself in the Jianghu, he clearly wasn't lacking in ability or nerve.
But right now, he felt like a total idiot, a useless idiot beyond saving.
This monkey was that terrifying.
Why the hell did I provoke it?
It shouldn't have been like this!
Just as Duanmu Sa was crying inside, the staff shadows rushed straight at him and slammed into his forehead.
Bang!
