"That brat!"
Qian Ba stared fixedly at Xia Ping. Now he finally understood why the boy had shown no fear even when he had come personally—he had such a trump card up his sleeve. It was truly terrifying.
But this also meant that the boy's background was frightening beyond measure. With a Saint backing him, what was the Qian Clan worth? If they offended him, the Qian Clan would die without even a burial ground.
It seemed that crippling this boy's cultivation was impossible this time. But no matter what, he still had to teach him a lesson.
Although the Saint talisman's power just now had been astonishing, its strength had now been completely exhausted. Qian Ba did not believe that this boy had another one on him.
Having one such treasure was already heaven-defying luck. Having several more was simply impossible.
In other words, all of this boy's trump cards had already been revealed. There could not be any more.
Without the Saint talisman, he was fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of whoever wished to carve him up.
"Die!"
Before Qian Ba could make a move, Xia Ping struck first. He extended a finger, circulated his magic power, and gathered terrifying flame power upon that fingertip before blasting it toward Qian Shan in the distance.
Still reeling from shock, how could Qian Shan have imagined that Xia Ping would dare to kill him at such a moment? He made no move to evade at all.
With a puff, that force instantly entered Qian Shan's body. He let out a shrill scream, sounding no different from a pig being slaughtered.
The next second, the force exploded within Qian Shan's body. He was blown to pieces, instantly reduced to a lump of bloody flesh, dead beyond all doubt.