"It's over!"
Seeing their opponent make a move, Feng Hetang couldn't help trembling. That damned Baldy was a Seventh Heaven of Martial Artist Realm expert. He might not have been as talented as Lv Weihai, but he was still a powerful fighter.
He was at least much stronger than people like them, who were only at the Third Heaven of Martial Artist Realm.
And Baldy was only a fairly ordinary member of their group. If they all rushed in at once, they would be dead for sure.
"Die, all of you! You bastard, die!" Lv Weihai's face twisted with malice as he glared at Xia Ping.
He had risked suffering lasting damage to his body by coming to the Yin Corpse Mountain Range for one reason: to watch Xia Ping die in agony with his own eyes. Only then could he vent the hatred in his heart.
"Die!"
The bald thug roared. He circulated his true qi and leaped from where he stood. The tremendous force of his landing cracked the ground beneath him.
The bulging muscles all over his body showed just how terrifying his punch would be. He could easily kill an elephant with it; the power of his fist was astonishing.
Xia Ping remained expressionless as the bald thug attacked. He stepped forward and struck without warning, punching the air.
His true qi gathered into the punch, and the air shuddered. The immense force condensed into a fist-shaped imprint. Faintly, the roar of a lion king rang through the air, shaking the forest.
The punch contained terrifying power. The two men were more than a hundred meters apart, and the bald thug was still leaping through the air. He hadn't even reached Xia Ping.
Jiang Yaru and the others could still see the bald thug's vicious, triumphant