"Thirteen wins. Every time it looks like he's about to lose, he turns things around. The Blood Rage Ape lineage truly carries the blood of the Nu Chi Ape clan—facing stronger opponents only makes them stronger, with limitless potential. Little Huang Kai, you've defeated thirteen of my generals in a row. Impressive. How about this? I won't kill you. Join my ranks, and I'll give you a woman as your reward."
Han Bing watched Huang Kai, bloodied from head to toe, and spoke as casually as if discussing the weather. In his Water Cloud Robe, with a face more radiant than any woman's, he certainly lived up to his reputation as the most handsome man in the Ancestral Court.
The white-robed monk Xuan Zhuang standing beside him was equally peerless in appearance. Side by side, the two made a breathtaking sight, while the dozen or so defeated soldiers sprawled behind them served as the perfect backdrop for their boundless elegance.
Pointing at Han Bing, Huang Kai cursed, "I can't stand men like you, more womanly than women themselves. You're of the Demon Race, yet you're helping those baldies from the Eastern Continent capture a sage of our race. A bastard like you will be struck by the Ancestor Demon's baleful intent when you undergo your tribulation and be refined alive!"
The curse was vicious—crueler than getting run over by a carriage.
Han Bing's expression changed in an instant, his gaze turning to shards of ice. "Since you're bent on dying, I'll grant your wish."
The moment the words left his mouth, Han Bing flashed before Huang Kai like lightning. He drove a massive palm toward Huang Kai's chest. He didn't merely intend to kill him; he wanted to finish him in close-quarters combat, Huang Kai's own specialty.
Han Bing's attack