"Kill you because I want to kill you. What, did I have to invite you to dinner first? You're nothing but trash!"
Xia Ping looked at the Silver Moon Wolf indifferently and slapped the air. The energy left inside the Silver Moon Wolf by the Spear of Hell immediately exploded. With a boom, its massive body was blown apart.
With a whoosh, he reached out and grabbed. At a thought, the Spear of Hell in the distance instantly returned to his right hand.
He hadn't wanted to bother with this horde of demons, but they were determined to court death. The moment they met, they had shouted about killing each other, wanting to wipe out every last human. There was no reconciling their differences.
The Silver Moon Wolf was even more despicable. It had wanted to capture him alive and take him back as a slave, making his life worse than death.
Since that was the case, if they played dirty, so would he. Why waste words with this horde of demons? He might as well kill them on the spot, smash their heads, and be done with it.
If he didn't show his might, they really would think he was a pushover.
"That's insane. He killed it with one thrust."
Tu Haojie and the others couldn't help swallowing nervously at the sight. The Silver Moon Wolf had possessed a noble bloodline and an imposing aura, with demonic energy soaring into the sky. It was probably a Demon King Descendant.
At the very least, this was a powerful demon capable of making the top hundred in the Genius Tournament. It couldn't be underestimated.
And yet now, Xia Ping had killed it with a single thrust, leaving it with no strength to fight back. He was terrifyingly fierce.
"That kid's even