At this moment, outside the sacred land, the many guards of the Five Great Races had all stopped in their tracks. They watched in terror as seven or eight Supreme Elders were beaten half to death, their fates unknown.
One had to know that these were the city's greatest combat forces, beings capable of taking on ten opponents alone. Yet now, they could not even withstand a single person. It was simply too outrageous.
"How could this be? These are Supreme Elders—powerful beings who have lived for centuries, half-step King Realm experts second only to the clan chiefs. And now they've actually been beaten into this state by a mere human?!"
A Drought Demon Clan guard could not believe its eyes. Its entire worldview had been overturned. If Xia Ping were a King, it would not have found the Supreme Elders' defeat strange.
But the other party was merely at the eighth level of the Grandmaster Realm. No matter how one looked at it, he should not have been a match for the Supreme Elders.
"Where are the reinforcements? Where the hell did all our reinforcements go? Why haven't they come out even after hearing the alarm bell? Are they waiting until these invaders have picked all our sacred fruits before showing themselves?"
A Rock Giant guard shouted. At present, the guards were only scattered stragglers, far too few to form any real force. If they all rushed in, they would absolutely get the shit beaten out of them.
After all, even eight Supreme Elders joining forces had been defeated by one person. Going up themselves would be useless, no different from throwing their lives away.
"They were summoned away by the elders. Apparently, they were planning to besiege that human, Xia Ping."
"Besiege my ass! That human has already