With one sword, Qi Yuan slew the golden-haired monkey, his gaze calm.
The eighteen Arhats and the Four Heavenly Kings appeared composed, unbothered by the current spectacle.
Only the green-robed elder dragon looked worried and murmured, "We're in big trouble. You've killed the most talented member of the Ancient Ape Clan... They will undoubtedly... make trouble."
Qi Yuan laughed upon hearing this. "Why would we be in trouble? I managed to kill Jin Jiao, why should I be afraid to kill a monkey?"
The elder dragon in green robes froze at the sound of his words.
The Dragon Clan of the North Sea was afraid to kill the golden-haired monkey. Still, Qi Yuan, the Venerable Origin, dared to. He had even killed Jin Jiao.
Remembering this, the elder dragon in green robes sighed in dismay.
It was unclear whether he was mourning for Jin Jiao or the golden-haired monkey.