Fuck, it died just like that?!
Widow Spider, Corpse-Devouring Vulture, and Metal Tiger all stared wide-eyed, their eyeballs practically popping out. Even if beaten to death, they never would have imagined that Xia Ping would strike in an instant and slap Thunder Ape to death without wasting a single word.
Such decisive methods were exceedingly ruthless, utterly merciless.
They had thought that even if Thunder Ape resisted like this, Xia Ping would at most torture it and would never kill it. After all, they still had some value—they could be kidnapped for ransom in exchange for vast sums of money.
But the problem was that this kid simply did not care. If he said he would kill, he killed, without the slightest hesitation.
"Which of you still refuses to submit? Anyone with an unyielding temperament and a spine that does not know how to bend, speak up. I guarantee I'll beat you to death and make sure you never see tomorrow's sun."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, looking coolly at Widow Spider, Corpse-Devouring Vulture, and Metal Tiger. A terrifying killing intent radiated from him, seeming to twist even the air around him.
Perhaps killing only a Demon Vine Tree earlier had made these demons mistake him for a softhearted man who still had reservations. But now, he was telling this group of demons that when it came to killing demons, he had no taboos whatsoever!
Even though these Demon King Descendants had some value and could be captured and sold for money, their value was not unique. They were not irreplaceable.
After killing one Thunder Ape, there were still other outstanding members of the Demon Race.
On the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, there was no shortage of anything except Demon King Descendants. Whoever he captured was still