"You've got to be kidding."
A Zhou Clan disciple stared at the signs of destruction in the forest, dumbfounded. "Did that kid really wipe out every one of those bandits by himself? Not a single one survived?"
"Impossible!"
Another Zhou Clan disciple objected. "Do you know how terrifying those bandits were? Their leader was a Seventh Heaven Martial Master, and even their weakest underlings were at least First Heaven Martial Masters. Most of them were at the Fifth Heaven."
"With strength like that, they could take on a small army and even evade missiles."
"Even if that kid has a treasure weapon, there's no way he could kill so many people by himself and stop every bandit from escaping."
He simply didn't believe Xia Ping could have done such a thing.
The other Zhou Clan disciples nodded. They also thought the idea was absurd.
"If those bandits aren't dead, then where are they now? Why can't we see a single one? Did they grow wings and fly away?" the man asked in return.
"This... this..."
The group fell silent. They truly had no explanation. After all, if even a few of those bandits were still alive, there should have been some sign of them—at the very least, traces of their escape.
But they had searched the area and found no sign that any bandit had fled. The answer was obvious: that kid had wiped them all out. Not one had escaped.
"Damn it. If we hadn't wasted time explaining the situation to the family elders and asking them to come, we could have seen what that kid used to do it," one Zhou Clan disciple said through gritted teeth.
Now he was several times more wary of Xia Ping. Deep down, he considered the kid an extremely dangerous person and