Domineering Monkey

Brother Monkey humphed, and looked at Lin Xuan. "Have you asked Old Sun's staff for permission to kill my brother?"

This attitude was too disdainful.

Lin Xuan was a Golden Generation elite, so how could he tolerate such contempt?

But after all, there was an obvious gap in strength between them. He had no choice but to suppress the fury in his heart, and asked darkly, "Who are you, sir?"

Such a freakish genius, comparable to the Golden Generation, could it be that he was the same kind of monster as Yang Yihuan?

"Your Grandpa Sun!" Brother Monkey placed the staff on his shoulder. Amidst his strange violence, there was also a kind of shamelessness.

Lin Xuan's eyes bulged, and he almost burst into action.

This was too despicable. For better or worse, you are a Venerate Tier, so how could you say such shameless words?

"You—" He pointed at Brother Monkey.