"Ah, attack."
The Blood Monkey Yuan Cultivator leaped among the trees, quickly crossing the dense forest.
Through the large and small leaves, he caught sight of Chen Ping and his companion, his face twisted in savage delight, lips pulling back to reveal sixteen sharp teeth in a grin.
A sharp, howling scream.
His thin, monkey-like frame suddenly expanded as if inflated, his clothes bulging, hair standing on end.
Flipping, like a swooping windstorm, he charged forward.
At that moment, everything seemed to darken in midair.
Chen Ping didn't even want to count how many staves his opponent had swung in an instant.
All he could hear was the whistling of the staves around him, golden staff shadows pounding down from all directions.
"Heavenly Wind and Sea Rain, it's the method of the Celestial Spirit Thirty-Six Staves' one into a hundred technique. Seventh Brother, don't try to clash head-on; the more you block, the worse it gets. You can't match his speed. Just evade... ugh!"
