"Hm? This feeling?!"
Xia Ping's eyes flashed. He sensed his true essence invading the students' bodies. Each wisp of true essence contained a trace of his spiritual power, allowing him to sense every movement of the qi within them. It was as if his true essence were alive.
With just a thought, he could detonate the fiery true essence and blow the students to pieces.
"Oh, you want me to stop?"
Xia Ping smiled at Mu Haoran and the others. "Weren't you just talking tough? You said you'd never bow your heads. But it didn't take long for you to cave in, surrender, and beg me for mercy!"
"This... this!"
Mu Haoran and the others were so humiliated by Xia Ping's words that they wished they could bury their heads in the ground. It was beyond embarrassing. He was rubbing their own words in their faces, and rubbing hard.
But now, their lives—and even their futures—were in Xia Ping's hands. If he so much as entertained a malicious thought, they were finished.
Even if they survived, their martial arts would be ruined, and they'd have no future for the rest of their lives.
Although powerful families stood behind them, those families had countless descendants, and they weren't the only ones. If they were crippled, plenty of others could take their places.
Even if they could get revenge afterward and make Xia Ping suffer, what good would that do? They'd spend the rest of their lives as cripples, and no amount of money could make up for that.
They didn't dare gamble that Xia Ping wouldn't act. This guy was a lunatic. He'd even swept through countless martial arts clubs at Yanhuang University and offended every student there. If he'd do that, what wouldn't he do?
They didn't have the guts