"With just this much ability, you want to make my life worse than death? What a joke. Why don't you go home and have your mother give you some milk?" Xia Ping calmly looked at the group of demons. Kicking the Black Water Explosive Bear flying with one kick seemed no more significant to him than casually swatting a mosquito.
Having advanced to the ninth level of Martial Master, he had already refined astral energy and possessed strength capable of contending with a Grandmaster. It could be said that he was now hardly any different from a Grandmaster.
Kicking a demon at the first level of Grandmaster flying with a single kick was simply effortless.
"Ninth level of Martial Master!"
Doom Crow could tell that Xia Ping had grown far more powerful than before. Though it had advanced to the first level of Grandmaster, this damned human had not fallen behind in the slightest—he was even stronger.
This completely shattered its plan to turn the tables and become the master.
Damn it, what kind of medicine had this brat taken? How could he improve so quickly, to the point of rivaling a Grandmaster? Doom Crow claimed it had never seen such a human before.
"You dare attack the Black Water Explosive Bear? Die!"
At that moment, the Single-Horned Thunder Bull roared. Seeing the Black Water Explosive Bear kicked into grievous injury, its life or death unknown, it was instantly enraged beyond endurance.
It circulated the demon power within its body. The purple horn atop its head crackled with electricity, lightning flashing over it as though thunderclouds were gathering above its head.
Its four hooves thundered madly, and like a supertank, it charged furiously toward Xia Ping.
The power of lightning and the power of a bull demon combined into something