"Damn it, it still didn't die?!"
Seeing that Xia Ping had not been shaken to death by his Tiger Clan Roar and was still standing there full of vigor, Metal Tiger was nearly driven mad with fury.
That strike had consumed more than half the demon power in its body. It had been a peak attack, terrifyingly destructive—enough that even a Grandmaster Level member of the Turtle Clan should have been unable to withstand it.
Yet human Xia Ping had blocked it. Metal Tiger was utterly unwilling to accept this.
"Still not dead? I was merely playing with you, and you really think you have three heads and six arms, enough to suppress all heroes? If I want to kill you, it'd be no harder than killing a chicken."
Xia Ping's aura shook, and a terrifying presence erupted from him, forming a unique force field that crushed the surroundings. The nearby demons and humans all felt as though a great mountain were pressing down on them, leaving them almost unable to breathe.
He could tell that fighting Metal Tiger had basically ceased to provide any tempering effect, so there was no need to keep playing with it.
What?!
Before Metal Tiger could react, Xia Ping moved in an instant. Using the Kunpeng Step, he arrived at Metal Tiger's side in a flash and immediately threw a punch.
Boom!
The force of ten thousand jun descended, blasting Metal Tiger's entire body into the air. A clearly visible fist mark appeared on its metal body as terrifying force surged and shook wildly.
"Argh!"
Metal Tiger felt unbearable pain and could not help crying out. It abruptly realized that compared with before, Xia Ping's speed and strength were simply worlds apart.
Bang bang bang!!!
Xia Ping's fists flew like lightning, filling the air