"Ah!"
The Metal Clan Chief let out a scream as its entire body scraped across the ground and flew away. It carved an astonishing trail several kilometers long before slamming into a mountainside, leaving more than a dozen cracks in the rock.
The earth trembled, and clouds of dust billowed in every direction.
"No way!"
The elders of the Five Great Races stared in shock. They could tell that Xia Ping was only at the ninth level of the Grandmaster Realm, yet his combat strength was simply earth-shattering.
Even the Metal Clan Chief seemed unable to withstand a single punch from him. It had been sent flying and appeared to be seriously injured.
An ordinary Grandmaster probably wouldn't be able to take even one punch from this human before being blown apart on the spot.
At that moment, they remembered what Xia Ping had said earlier: the Drought Demon Clan Chief, Han Ge, was already dead. They hadn't believed him at the time, thinking it was nothing but a joke, a completely unbelievable story.
But after seeing the strength Xia Ping had just displayed, they realized that it wasn't impossible.
"So that's it. You've become this powerful in just a few days. Could it be that you stole the Five Elements Spirit Tree from our Five Great Races? Is that how you gained such a huge advantage?!" Yan Bao's expression darkened. He recalled that this human was closely connected to the disappearance of his race's Spirit Tree.
And since Xia Ping had evolved so rapidly and become so powerful in such a short time, they couldn't think of any other way he could have done it besides using their Spirit Trees.
But that only made them angrier.
This human's strength had been built entirely on the suffering of the Five