"So what if I'm arrogant? Do you dare come bite me?!"
Hearing this, Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at Fan Ming without the slightest trace of fear in his eyes.
"Fuck, this kid's arrogance knows no bounds."
"He's clearly been poisoned, without a shred of strength, reduced to a prisoner. If he begged for mercy, he might still keep his miserable life, yet he dares provoke him? Does he think he's lived too long?!"
"This kid must have gone completely mad. He knows he's doomed, so he's venting before he dies."
"Venting? If he enrages Senior Brother Fan Ming, even dying may not be so easy."
The Guiyuan Sect disciples all looked at Xia Ping with immense pity. They knew exactly how vicious Fan Ming was. After offending Fan Ming, death might actually be the better outcome.
"Brother Wu."
Chang Xuan and the others were frantic. They could clearly sense Fan Ming's killing intent, but they could barely protect themselves now. Even if they wanted to step forward and help, there was nothing they could do.
"Good. Very good."
Fan Ming laughed in fury. "What I like most are hard bones like you. That makes torturing you especially satisfying. Let me tell you plainly: soon, even if you want to die, it won't be easy."
The moment his words fell, he struck. A massive hand of magical power shot forth, like a giant's palm, seeking to seize Xia Ping whole and crush him into a cripple.
He had unleashed his full strength from the very start, even against someone poisoned. One could only imagine Fan Ming's rage; he wanted to slaughter Xia Ping dozens of times over.
"Die!"
A cold gleam flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. He immediately activated the Endless War Blade on