"Impossible, Han Ge is dead?!"
Seeing Han Ge's body split in two by Xia Ping's single sword strike, Rabbit Linglong and the other monsters were utterly dumbfounded. This shocked them even more than Xia Ping advancing to the ninth level of the Grandmaster Realm.
One had to know who Han Ge was—the chief of the Drought Demon Clan, a King Realm cultivator.
Though he was merely the most ordinary sort of King, he was still far beyond anything a Grandmaster could compare to.
The gap between Grandmasters and Kings was simply a chasm. Grandmasters were fundamentally incapable of defeating Kings—this was the consensus of countless living beings in the Cloud Sky Realm, a rule no one had broken for centuries.
Yet what was going on now? Xia Ping, a human at the ninth level of the Grandmaster Realm, had actually slain Han Ge, who was at the Purple Mansion Realm, with a single slash. This was far too outrageous.
If word of this spread beyond this place, it would surely stir up a tremendous uproar.
"My god, just how heaven-defying does this human intend to become? He's only at the ninth level of the Grandmaster Realm, yet he killed a King with one strike?!" Doom Crow and the other monsters were stupefied. They had long known he was a freak, but who could have imagined he was such a freak? The ironclad rules of the Cloud Sky Realm, unbroken for centuries, had been smashed to pieces by him, and all so-called common sense had been torn apart.
"Could Han Ge be a fake King?"
Rabbit Linglong blinked her eyes, feeling that Han Ge might have been a sham. Otherwise, how could Xia Ping have killed him with a single slash, leaving him unable even to escape? His death had been