Fortunately, Li Xuanxuan had already raised his axe high, and with a fierce strike, a brittle snap was heard, the frail creature split into two, collapsing onto the ground, wailing:
"Mercy, Immortal Sir! Mercy, Immortal Sir! I was wrong! I was..."
Li Xuanxuan was just catching his breath when the little monkey, terrified, turned his head back, wielded the verdant green jade mallet twice, and smashed the creature's two halves into mush. Not daring to delay any further, Li Xuanxuan conjured up a Fire Technique.
"Boom..."
As his Fire Technique struck down, it burned the Devil Cultivator's body to a charred crisp. He grabbed the monkey's bloody hand and whispered lowly:
"Let's go!"
His voice was rough and unrecognizable, even to himself, but the monkey nodded its head, pulled out a black and gold Storage Bag, and handed it to Li Xuanxuan—it was the Devil Cultivator's belongings.
"Good monkey."
