"Yo! The kid's got quite an attitude!"
Coming from a prominent family, the young man burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest thing ever. He pointed a finger further toward Sun Wukong's forehead, "Kid, this is Filan City, the territory of Jiang Mu, the young city lord. What's it to you if I point at you? Do you dare hit me?"
"Swoosh!"
As soon as his words fell, a streak of golden light flashed by, directly severing the right hand that was pointed at Sun Wukong. Blood spurted out.
"Ah~!"
Jiang Mu from the wealthy family was stunned for a moment before letting out a piercing scream. He fell to the ground clutching his amputated arm, his face twisted in pain, "My hand! Kill him, chop him to pieces!"
Seeing the young master injured, the guards' eyes instantly turned red, and they drew their long sabers and viciously attacked Sun Wukong.
"Jumping clown!"
