As he spoke, the violent ape held the saber, and the golden hoop club turned into a thin needle and flew into his ear aperture.
“Roar!”
Meng Qi, who was irrational, sensed the change and instinctively wanted to shoot out mysterious and strange blood vessels to wrap around the other party, but Gu Xiaosang stopped him in time and nodded in agreement with the Saber.
Meng Qi was stunned. A dark red flashed in his eyes, and his craziness intensified, but he eventually calmed down.
The violent ape, whose golden chain mail was dyed black, held the absolute saber and raised its head. Its unyielding eyes looked up into the sky and at the finger that was devouring everything. All kinds of thoughts surged in his mind, and he felt as if he had returned to the past, he stepped on the sky and was unbridled and unruly.
He suddenly laughed out loud, and the perfect treasure light hanging outside the Netherworld roared out:
“You are not even as good as the old Heavenly Emperor!”
