Ding-dong.
As Xia Ping ran through the forest, intending to return to his private spaceship, the God of Light, he suddenly heard the system's voice: "Someone has developed killing intent toward the host. Please remain vigilant."
What?!
Xia Ping stopped in his tracks. A stream of information immediately flooded into his mind, and before long, he saw the scene of Zhou Hao and the others discussing how to ambush and kill him. Every word they said was laid bare with perfect clarity.
"Zhou Hao!"
After seeing all this, Xia Ping clenched his fists. A cold glint flashed through his eyes, and killing intent surged within him.
He had never thought much of Zhou Hao, that inch-taking, mile-grabbing fellow, but he had never imagined the brat could be so vicious and ruthless as to murder for treasure.
He had clearly saved the brat's life. Forget gratitude—he even wanted to kill him. If that was not the heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog, then what was?
Now, Xia Ping finally understood what a wolf in the mountains truly was.
"He even wants to call his uncle over to surround and kill me? And he's a Grandmaster?" Xia Ping clenched his fists. "Perfect timing. So what if he's a Grandmaster? Once he comes, I'll wipe them all out in one sweep and slaughter every last one of them."
He had finished modifying his private spaceship, the God of Light, and its power had risen by who knew how many levels. Even if a whole group of Grandmasters came, he could slaughter them all without leaving so much as a scrap of armor behind.
If these people wanted to come looking for trouble, to murder him and steal his treasures, then he would bury the lot of them here.
He had