Ugly Monk and Red Boy!
"Kekeke…"
The twisted, high-pitched laughter rang out, as if a spoiled child had been given far too much power.
The corrupted monk, towering at ten meters tall, stomped through the beach with his oversized head bobbing like an overinflated balloon.
His chubby limbs flailed wildly, and his once-golden body—now a shinning bronze—glimmered in the flickering light of chaos, barely held together by erratic bursts of demonic energy.
His every movement was childish, unstable, like a tantrum-throwing child with the strength to shatter mountains.
Crash!
Wherever his fists and feet landed, guests were reduced to mere blood mist.
The banquet, once adorned with silk banners and golden ornaments for the grand wedding, was now a bloody battleground.
The monk's laughter was coupled by the crack of bones and the screams of the guests.