Suddenly, one of the female monkeys sneezed. No matter how calm Zhao Fu was, he couldn’t help but be given a great fright. All of his hairs stood on end, but it seemed that the sneeze didn’t disturb the other Whitefur Monkeys, who continued to sleep soundly.
A wave of relief washed over Zhao Fu, and he finally came to the side of the sleeping Whitefur Monkey King. This monkey was hugging a female monkey on either side and was snoring loudly. To a monkey, this fellow had reached the pinnacle of its life.
Zhao Fu slowly brought out the Sky Demon Sword, gathered all of his strength, and used the Assassination Technique. He stabbed out, and the Sky Demon Sword turned into a black blur as it soundlessly buried itself into the Whitefur Monkey King’s heart, instantly obliterating it. Just like that, the Whitefur Monkey King, who had been blissfully sleeping, was killed.