"With a single exchange, he slaughtered dozens of human Grandmasters? Too strong." At the sight, Doom Crow nearly wet himself, utterly unable to believe his eyes.
"Compared to before, this is like night and day. Has that rotten human grown stronger again?" Rabbit Linglong blinked her innocent eyes. She felt this human was simply a monster—a savage beast clad in human skin.
"He has indeed grown stronger. It seems he has advanced to the ninth level of the Grandmaster Realm."
Qingluan was speechless. By now, she had become completely numb. Ever since meeting this human, her worldview had been constantly overturned. So many things she had thought impossible had been accomplished by him.
Now, no matter how outrageous a feat this human performed, she would no longer be shocked.
"Fuck, he broke through again?!"
"What the hell is wrong with this human? Is he going to leave anyone else a way to live?"
"He breaks through at the drop of a hat—does he not have bottlenecks?"
"If all humans were freaks like this, why fight at all? We might as well obediently become their demon pets."
Metal Tiger and the other demons were all dumbfounded. Every one of them was a son of a Demon King, and they had lived in Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, a place where experts gathered like clouds. Yet Xia Ping's performance had still stunned them.
Previously, they had harbored little thoughts of surpassing Xia Ping. Now, those thoughts had vanished outright. That bastard's rate of progress was simply too demoralizing—it defied all common sense.
If these demons were this shocked, then Liu Qi and the other three veteran human Grandmasters needed no mention. They no longer regarded him as human at all; he could only be called a freak seen once in a thousand ages.