"Damn it, how could this guy be so powerful?"
"We're no match for him. If we stay here, we're dead."
"Run! Hurry! We'll find people to come back and get revenge once we're out of here."
"He killed Miao Ze. If word gets out and the Miao Family finds out, he'll be doomed."
The seven students struggled to their feet. They immediately realized they were no match for Xia Ping. If they stayed where they were, they would probably be killed within a few breaths.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
They exchanged a glance and darted off in seven different directions. As long as even one of them made it out alive and could send word, Xia Ping would be finished.
Each of them was seething with rage. They were determined to get revenge this time and would never let Xia Ping off.
"You're not getting away!"
Xia Ping fixed his gaze on the seven students, a cold glint in his eyes and a terrifying killing intent radiating from him. He knew he absolutely couldn't let them escape alive, or they would cause him enormous trouble.
He slapped his hand down. With a bang, a huge boulder on the ground shattered into countless pieces. Then he scooped up the fragments and hurled them at the students.
The supreme hidden-weapon technique, Nail-Head Seven Arrows Art!
In an instant, a powerful force of true essence enveloped the stones. His spiritual will seemed to merge into them, triggering an incredible transformation.
Before, when Xia Ping had used the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Art, the hidden weapons had been like bullets: unbelievably fast, striking down enemies before they could react.
Now, however, the hidden weapons seemed infused with spiritual power, as if equipped with an intelligent tracking system. Xia Ping could control them at will, as easily