Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the crimson fireball arrived beside Xia Ping. His bloodline grew ever more excited, as though it were cheering and leaping with joy.
"Burn him! Burn this heretic to death!"
A group of Dragon-Man Kings shouted excitedly. They wanted to see Xia Ping burned to death by Dragon God's Wrath—bathed in blazing flames, every cell in his body scorched by fire. No matter how he struggled, no matter how he rolled upon the ground, he would be unable to extinguish such flames. He would be burned alive, reduced to ashes.
"It's over. He's dead for certain! Such an unparalleled genius of our human race, a future Emperor Realm expert, is going to die just like this?! I, Baili Hu, am a sinner!" Baili Hu threw back his head and howled, overwhelmed by grief and fury.
The other Baili Clan generals were likewise filled with regret and pain. Losing a future Emperor Realm expert was even more heartbreaking than losing an entire human city.
It was a loss the human race could not bear.
Slap!
Just as the crimson fireball reached Xia Ping, he finally could no longer restrain himself. He reached out with one large hand, seized the fireball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed the crimson fireball in a single bite.
He even smacked his lips a few times, as if he were eating some delicious ice cream.
"Huh?!"
Baili Hu and the others had still been howling at the sky, consumed by indescribable sorrow. Yet when they saw Xia Ping's action, they blinked and rubbed their eyes, seemingly unable to believe the sight before them.
In their eyes, Xia Ping had not only failed to be burned alive by Dragon Fire—he had grabbed it with one hand, stuffed it into his