When Fan Ming fell to the ground, killed in an instant, everyone around him was stunned.
"Are you kidding me? Senior Brother Fan Ming is dead?!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Senior Brother Fan Ming is a Divine Ability Realm cultivator. How could a Rogue Cultivator at the As-You-Will Realm possibly kill him?"
"Exactly. This must be an illusion. That kid was poisoned, and he doesn't have a shred of mana left in him. How could he possibly have the strength to take down Senior Brother Fan Ming?"
"That may be true, but Senior Brother Fan Ming really has fallen to the ground. His heart was pierced through. If that isn't death, then what is? And I don't feel like I'm under an illusion either."
"No, this isn't an illusion. Senior Brother Fan Ming was indeed killed by that kid."
The many Guiyuan Sect disciples were utterly shocked. Watching Xia Ping stand quietly where he was, they could not help but feel a bone-piercing chill run through their bodies, as though they were looking upon a grim reaper.
This kid was clearly only an As-You-Will Realm cultivator, and he had even been struck by deadly poison. Yet under such circumstances, he had still slain Fan Ming. It was simply beyond belief.
The way they looked at Xia Ping immediately turned incomparably fearful. They felt that this kid was a monster who had hidden his true depths well.
"Too strong! He slaughtered Fan Ming in a single instant."
"No wonder he wasn't afraid at all even after killing Feng Zhe of the Guiyuan Sect last night. If he has the power to kill Divine Ability Realm cultivators, then something like that is hardly surprising."
"But being able to kill a Divine Ability Realm cultivator across realms—such combat power is rare even among Saint-level