"Casually chatting about eating people—they truly are monsters. They deserve to die!" A glint of cold light flashed in Xia Ping's eyes as terrifying killing intent brewed within him, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Although Xia Ping could not understand the Snake Demons' language, he carried a communicator equipped with intelligent translation software. As long as it received their speech, it could immediately translate it into human language.
Therefore, he had no problem with the language barrier and could fully understand what these monsters meant.
It was said that once one reached the King Realm, there was no longer any need for translation software. They could communicate with one another through spiritual power—a mode of communication for higher lifeforms, with no obstacle of language barriers whatsoever.
Yet the more he understood the Snake Demons' words, the stronger Xia Ping's desire to kill them became.
It could not be denied that the Demon Race contained species that loved peace, as well as monsters friendly toward humans. But the vast majority were enemies by nature—savage creatures that fed on humans.
Demons like these deserved to die!
"No matter what, I must obtain these Water Moon Grass." Xia Ping clenched his fists. He was determined to get the Water Moon Grass; it was an indispensable cultivation resource for him.
Even if he had to use underhanded means, he would seize this Water Moon Grass. What was more, these Snake Demons harmed humans and were mortal enemies. He had even less reason to hold back.
"If I kill these Snake Demon guards and even the slightest hint leaks out, it'll immediately draw a huge number of Snake Demon enemies. Then I'll definitely be surrounded and attacked."
Though Xia Ping's killing intent boiled over, he remained extremely cautious inwardly.
He had seen