Chapter 634 - 264: Fubo’s Former Subordinates, Ape Demon Reaches the Heavens (Part 2)

Yuann Tong switched the staff to his left hand, waved his right hand, and sneered, "If you can defeat me, everything will be negotiable, but if not, you’d better retreat now."

The monkey’s expression was extremely complex, glancing sideways at Chen Ping, lazily appearing disinterested.

Indeed, there was nothing more to say.

Although Chen Ping had cultivated a remarkably powerful physique, from outward appearances, it did not show at all.

He was merely of well-proportioned build, average height, with an elegant and handsome face.

He looked more like a wealthy young lord than a formidable martial cultivator.

In terms of physique and aura, he couldn’t even compare to Han Xiaoru.

"Did the Profound Secret Mansion place a soul restriction or a bloodline restriction?"

Chen Ping squinted his eyes for a moment before suddenly asking.

"Of course, it’s a soul restriction; he still can’t control Master Yuann’s bloodline..."

Yuann Tong suddenly covered his mouth, his expression showing a hint of panic.

"How do you know?"

Chen Ping chuckled, "Of course, I know. I also know that every ten years, you’ll be in unbearable pain. If you don’t follow orders this time, within ten years, your soul will scatter, and you’ll die."

"Knowing this, you’re ridiculing Master Yuann? Aren’t you afraid of death..."

The monkey’s eyes suddenly turned blood-red, as a staff swung down as if the sky was falling.

Crash...

"Watch out."

Numerous exclamations echoed all around.

"Such a violent temperament is not good. I don’t want a pet that can rebel easily."

Chen Ping said calmly.

He merely extended his right hand, raised it above his head, and caught the head of the staff.

The massive purple-gold staff came down with overlapping tremendous force, making the air ripple like water waves, surging and bursting continually.

Finally, it dissipated into ripples in Chen Ping’s palm.

All around, the ground sank simultaneously, yet it didn’t harm a single strand of Chen Ping’s hair.

His arm didn’t even bend a bit.

"Come on, hit here, this little breath is hardly worthy of claiming to be a master in my presence. Better be a good little monkey and act as a pet."

Chen Ping released the purple-gold staff, pointed at his own forehead, and smiled.

"You’ve angered me."

Infuriated by the mockery, the monkey’s fury intensified. It suddenly leaped up, somersaulted, lifted the staff behind its head, let out a cry, and swung it down heavily.

This swing was far from the lightness of crossing blows with Han Xiaoru; it was extremely ferocious, like the rebirth of a primordial fierce ape, intending to crush the opponent into pulp with one blow.

"That’s more like it."

Chen Ping chuckled softly.

In the blink of an eye.

He dodged the staff’s shadow, the ground turned into waves, and as earth and stones shot into the sky, he had already snatched the Treasure Light Moon Crescent Halberd from Han Xiaoru’s hands, his form turning into a rainbow, appearing before the monkey in a flash.

"Take a strike from me too."

Before the words had even settled.

The long halberd swept across, calming the waves of the four seas.

Boom...

The monkey had just landed and hadn’t stood upright when it was struck by the sweeping long halberd, like a flash of lightning and fire.

The towering three-meter giant golden figure bounced away like a ball, flipping and rolling, crashing down a hundred and fifty zhang away, shattering a small peak to pieces.

The purple-gold staff clutched firmly in hand, due to excessive force, rebounded and struck its own forehead, leaving a bump and causing dizziness.

Was it from the fall or the strike?

"How is this possible?"

The monkey, struck by the sweep of the long halberd, flew away, and upon standing up, felt an overwhelming pain, as if its body was about to fall apart. That immense, vast force still reverberated through its body, unceasingly shaking...

"Use your secret technique that multiplies your power, otherwise, you’re not even worth a strike."

What does it feel like to engage in close combat with a force of over three million jin?

Chen Ping didn’t know himself, so considering that the monkey didn’t strike to kill before, he held back a bit, not using the sharp edge of the Treasure Light Moon Crescent Halberd against the opponent.

Otherwise, with a single careless moment, if struck across the chest and abdomen, the monkey would have been split in two or had its guts torn apart.

Ten times more miserable than now.

"I underestimated you. The current Master of Fubo has such strength."

The blood light in the monkey’s eyes was completely gone, strangely not angry, but rather filled with respect.

Its expression was cautious, the purple-gold staff whistling as it rotated beside it, and its upper body suddenly swelled.

The muscles on its two ape arms bulged, growing more than three times thicker, as it charged forward with a sudden lean, crossing its steps and swinging the staff in a spin.

This swing wasn’t flashy.

Just a simple twist and spin, a normal move.

The unusual thing was.

The staff’s swing was so massive, it suddenly exploded into shadows, the staff seeming to traverse space, leaving the void before it empty.

Even for Chen Ping, his reflexes were so quick that he could barely raise the halberd to block in front of him.

Crash...

Powerful as a mountain, the force erupted wildly, bending the Treasure Light Moon Crescent Halberd like a bow, making Chen Ping’s arms emit slight creaking sounds.

Clearly, blocking the monkey’s full-force swing tested his body’s resilience to the limit.

He was nearly injured.

"Such strength."

Chen Ping was pleased rather than angry.

His body retreated over ten zhang rapidly, and suddenly his arms, like the monkey’s, twisted with layers of rippling muscles, wielding the halberd in a strike.

Earlier he had assessed, the monkey’s main strength was around seven to eight hundred thousand jin, considerably stronger than an ordinary physical cultivator who had entered the mid-stage Divine Martial Realm.

Like Han Xiaoru, who had just broken through to the Divine Martial Initial Realm, she had a strength of just over four hundred thousand jin. Even if she advanced to the mid-stage of the Divine Martial Realm, she would only have over five hundred thousand jin, and reaching the late stage would be seven hundred thousand jin.