But just as the old man finished speaking, a tragic shriek echoed from that direction.
Shi Yan had a wound on his chest; flesh and blood splattered, and he retreated in horror.
The white monkey's body grew larger, reaching over two zhang tall.
It continuously stroked its chest, its aura powerful, its entire body extremely imposing.
Old Monster Song couldn't help but burst into laughter, while the old man Wu Dingqiu stared at the monkey, wanting to raise his hand and smash it to death but finding no way, his face extremely grim.
At this moment, Meng Hao's figure weaved through the forest, approaching the white monkey's position.
He saw it at a glance, his eyes shining brightly.
He saw the panicked expression on the young man Shi Yan's face but paid it no mind.
Shangguan Xiu was in close pursuit, so Meng Hao found it inconvenient to reveal the bronze mirror shard.
When the white monkey saw Meng Hao, it roared, wanting to charge forward. Meng Hao raised his right hand, and the iron spear, one of the three long spears he had asked Little Fatty's father to make, appeared before Shi Yan's astonished eyes.
The long spear appeared before everyone's eyes, while the bronze mirror shard was hidden by Meng Hao in his wide sleeve, thus remaining undetected. Everyone's attention was focused on the long spear in his hand.
This was an iron spear, but it was engraved with complex patterns, made according to Meng Hao's requirements. At a glance, it was clear it was no ordinary weapon.
He gripped the long spear tightly and advanced, the spear attacking the monkey.
The monkey's large mouth suddenly exploded, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
It let out a mournful cry, its entire body flying into the air, then falling to the ground. It looked at Meng Hao with extreme horror in its eyes.
"It must be that this mirror shard shines upon the demonic beasts, causing the qi within their bodies to become chaotic, swelling up and trying to escape the body. Powerful demonic beasts all have very robust bodies, so the explosion doesn't always occur at their rear, but can appear at any vital point on their body."
Meng Hao glanced at the white monkey, secretly speculating in his heart.
The bronze mirror shard had been with him for three years; he felt that his thoughts must be eighty to ninety percent accurate.
At this moment, Meng Hao didn't think much. He looked at the monkey's miserable body, held the long spear, charged straight through, and then vanished without a trace.
When Shangguan Xiu caught up and saw the monkey, he was startled.
The white monkey was equally surprised.
It didn't see the long spear in Shangguan Xiu's hand, so its anger erupted, and it charged straight towards him.
On the mountaintop, Old Monster Song, who had been laughing, also froze.
Wu Dingqiu beside him was also momentarily stunned, carefully looking towards Meng Hao, who was flickering in and out of sight within the forest, a hint of dread in his eyes.
Meng Hao was moving extremely fast through the forest. He clearly heard the white monkey's roars and Shangguan Xiu's cries.
After advancing a bit further, he saw four or five cultivators in white robes ahead, battling three large demonic beasts, each about two zhang in size.
Of these three demonic beasts, one was a large black tiger, one was a peacock whose entire body emitted shimmering purple light, and the third was a huge rat with savage eyes and a ferocious expression.
Seeing Meng Hao appear and disrupt their battle, the three demonic beasts glared, transforming into a gust of wind and charging forward.
Meng Hao's expression remained unchanged, his steps did not stop, and the long spear in his hand swung up.
The peacock's body trembled violently, its head exploded before it could even cry out, and it died. Its body fell to the ground with a thud, and fresh blood spilled out.
The two remaining demonic beasts were shaken. They watched Meng Hao's figure flash past, their spirits completely awed by him.
Meng Hao himself did not stop for a single moment, only continuing to run forward.
Not long after he ran, Shangguan Tu appeared, his face filled with extreme anger.
A cold smile played on Meng Hao's lips, and his speed of movement became even faster.
Whenever he encountered demonic beasts on the road, the long spear in his hand would sweep out, and no demonic beast could stop him.
All of them dodged to the side, their faces clearly showing fear.
In contrast to Meng Hao, Shangguan Tu was continuously blocked and attacked by the demonic beasts, their roars echoing all around.
The distance between him and Meng Hao grew wider and wider.
While fleeing, Meng Hao saw quite a few cultivators in white robes, all of them engaged in a fierce battle with the demonic beasts, looking extremely disheveled.
When Meng Hao appeared, wielding his long spear, the demonic beasts recoiled in panic, letting out tragic cries before disappearing. The cultivators' eyes nearly popped out as they watched him.
"Who is that person?"
"What kind of magical treasure is that long spear in his hand, to possess such astonishing power?"
"Damn it! If I had that long spear in my hand, I could definitely rampage through these demonic beasts!"
As Meng Hao's figure ran past, the cultivators of the Zi Yun Sect discussed animatedly.
On the mountaintop, Wu Dingqiu had recovered his composure. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Old Monster Song.
"Your rare heaven and earth creatures are indeed not bad! From what I see, one had its head explode, another had blood splattered all over its body, and some even had their buttocks explode. Old Monster Song, this place truly lives up to its reputation as your demonic mountain filled with powerful demonic beasts. Your harvest today isn't bad, is it?"
Old Monster Song's expression was extremely unsightly.
He glanced at Meng Hao, who was running through the demonic beasts. Wherever he went, the demonic beasts let out tragic roars, and fresh blood gushed out. The death of the peacock, in particular, caused him immense pain.
That was a very rare Snow Phoenix in this world. He had paid an enormous price to acquire it, treating it as a treasure and raising it until today.
Yet, just one iron spear from Meng Hao had caused its head to explode, killing it instantly.
Old Monster Song felt great pity in his heart, but his expression feigned indifference.
"What does this count as? Most of my spirit beasts are on the mountain. Besides, this person isn't even a disciple of your Zi Yun Sect. What do you have to be so smug about?"