"Yeah, exactly."
Ju Zijian's eyes lit up, and he immediately chimed in. "Those were probably just some old, weak stragglers. Xia Ping was lucky enough to run into them and kill a few wounded opponents. And he's shameless enough to brag about it on the forum? I have to hand it to you."
"Exactly. You killed a dozen or so demon grunts, and you think that's worth bragging about?"
"Elite Students have accomplished countless great feats without showing off, yet here you are, making a big deal out of yourself."
"Killing a dozen or so weaklings is nothing special. If you've got the guts, go kill some Demon King Descendants! Taking down demons with astonishing talent—that's something worth bragging about."
A group of students sneered, belittling Xia Ping's opponents. They claimed they were ordinary demons, the kind that served as cannon fodder on the battlefield. Killing any number of demons at that level meant nothing.
Some believed that if you were going to kill demons, you had to kill a Demon King Descendant. Otherwise, it didn't count for anything and wasn't worth mentioning.
The people from Pingtian Sect ground their teeth in anger. These students were clearly twisting the facts. Earlier, they had been boasting about how powerful the demons were, claiming every one of them was exceptionally gifted and could fight ten people at once.
Now they were changing their tune, saying they were all demon grunts that any human martial artist could easily kill, and that they didn't count for anything.
"A Demon King Descendant? The biggest one among the dead was Scorpion Thirteen, the son of the Black Scorpion King, one of the Demon Kings of the 72 Demon Caves. The other demons who died were Scorpion Thirteen's elite guards."
Xia Ping replied in the thread.
What?!