After the gilded staff in his hand was completely shattered, the old monkey man just stood there in a daze, his face full of despair.
The fact that the opponent was able to forcibly destroy the weapon in his hand without hurting him was enough to show that the opponent's control over power had reached an extremely precise level.
Even...it can be said to be as thin as a hair.
For a being of this level, it would only take a moment to kill him.
"Senior, this monkey is indeed a little impatient, please don't blame me."
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