"That brat's done for."
Some of the Zhou Clan's elite sneered as they looked at Xia Ping as if he were already dead. A mere junior in the Martial Master Realm actually dared to openly offend a Grandmaster. He really had no idea what death meant.
It would probably take just one second for the Grandmaster to beat the brat into a bloody pulp.
The difference between a Grandmaster and a Martial Master was simply too great, like a vast chasm. Even a treasured artifact couldn't make up for the gap.
"Kill me? You're not good enough!" Xia Ping's expression was calm. Zhou Bin's imposing aura had no effect on him; he remained perfectly composed where he stood.
At that very moment, the air in the sky warped, and a gigantic spaceship appeared. It was Xia Ping's private spaceship, the God of Light.
It had just used the system to conceal itself in midair. Even a Grandmaster using his spiritual power couldn't detect its presence. Now, at Xia Ping's command, it appeared in an instant.
Whoosh!
In that instant, the God of Light unleashed a startling energy cannon blast. The energy condensed into a solid beam, erupting with terrifying destructive force. A single shot was powerful enough to shatter a small mountain.
What's more, the energy cannon fired incredibly fast, reaching speeds of up to eight times the speed of sound.
"Damn it! How does this brat have a private spaceship? And how is it equipped with a military-grade energy cannon? How is that possible?" The instant the God of Light appeared, even before its cannon fired, Zhou Bin's Grandmaster instincts kicked in. An intense sense of danger spread through his entire body.
Zhou Bin's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. He realized that if he kept charging toward Xia