Boom, boom, boom!!!
The Huang Family disciple was sent flying and slammed into the cement road. The shock wave from the tremendous explosion blasted him away, and he skidded hundreds of meters across the ground, scraping off his skin. Blood streamed from his body, and he was a mangled mess.
He couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Xia Ping!"
The Huang Family disciple threw back his head and roared, his eyes filled with resentment. When had anyone from the Huang Family ever suffered so miserably? They had always hidden in the shadows, ambushing their enemies wherever they went. They'd never had it so bad.
But now, even though he was hiding three kilometers away, that brat had still struck him from afar, leaving him sprawled like a dead dog and severely injuring his internal organs.
For the Huang Family, this was simply the greatest humiliation!
He swore he would get his revenge, humiliating the brat in return. Only then could he vent the hatred in his heart.
"Resentment? That's just the whining of a stray dog. But do you really think you'll get your revenge? You won't get the chance." Xia Ping could naturally hear the other man's furious roar and the rage behind it.
But he didn't care in the slightest. He had already decided that the brat had to die. He'd ambushed Xia Ping and still thought he could walk away? Dream on!
Boom!
In that instant, Xia Ping reached out and grabbed. The air around him trembled and gathered together, and a Hell Spear formed in his right hand in the blink of an eye, radiating a terrifying aura of hell.
The spear was engraved with countless mysterious runes, and it seemed to burn with Hellfire. Anyone who looked at it felt terror rise from