End of the Blossom Mountain Monkey King’s Warband Arc

Turning his head, Lord Jiao—the Drake King—caught sight of Monkey’s face twisted in a wicked grin.

In that instant, he realized Monkey’s hand, hooked around his neck, was surging with spiritual power.

Locked in close-quarters eye contact, a flash of terror instantly devoured his reason.

“Ah—!”

A shrill cry pierced the sky without warning, instantly shattering the facade of harmony.

All laughter was choked off in that split second, but few had yet registered what was happening.

In the chaos, the Drake King struggled desperately to break free, but Monkey held him fast.

With a furious roar, he transformed into a ten-zhang-long black flood dragon and shot toward the clouds, but Monkey clung to his neck, rising with him.

The other Demon Kings, and even their underlings, were all stunned.

Before anyone could react, Monkey had already slammed the black flood dragon down to earth like a meteor.

Amid swirling sand and stone, Monkey locked the Drake King’s head beneath his feet as if a mountain pinned him down, rendering him immobile. His body writhed like a desiccated mud eel, kicking up clouds of dust.

“Heh heh heh... Did you really think... I was too spent to kill you?” Monkey drew the Golden Staff from his ear, straddling the Drake King as he slowly swung it, his face twisted in a ferocious grin.

All the Demon Kings were dumbstruck.

“No! Don’t kill me—! I beg you, don’t kill me! You still need us! Heaven won’t let this go—you still need us!” The Drake King wailed hysterically, writhing in the dust.

“I need your mother!”

The staff came crashing down, blood spraying everywhere!

His jaw struck the hard rock so violently that the stone cracked.

The other Demon Kings jolted awake in shock.

King Bullhorn gripped his iron staff, ready to charge, but the Nine-Headed Wyrm was already blocking his path.

King Macaque tried to leap forward, but Shortbeak was already beating his wings, bow drawn and arrow aimed at him.