They continued onward.
Xia Ping also encountered several groups of enemies, but he dispatched them all with ease, thoroughly intimidating those who wanted to cause trouble.
"Damn it, is this kid a monster? How can he be so powerful?"
"What kind of drugs did he take? He's clearly only in the Divine Ability Realm, so why is he so ridiculously strong? He's no weaker than the sons and daughters of those Sacred Sects."
"He dares to call himself Wu Wudi. Could he really possess invincible strength?"
"Bullshit. Even a saint wouldn't dare call himself Wu Wudi. What has this fraud done to deserve that?"
"Even if he's not invincible in this era, his strength is still beyond anything we can handle. No wonder this kid acts so brazenly and dares to leave Far East City. He really does have some skill."
"Who cares how skilled he is? Two fists can't beat four hands. Once our boss gets here, we'll have enough people to surround him and finish him off."
Many people gritted their teeth. They had suffered heavy losses during the pursuit, with most of their ambushers killed. They wouldn't be able to log in to the virtual network for months.
Xia Ping had also stripped them of all their treasures. They had lost both their wives and their soldiers, and the thought only made them hate him even more.
Even so, after seeing his incredible record several times, they understood how troublesome Xia Ping was. Picking a fight with him without the strength to back it up was pure suicide, utterly pointless.
So they quickly withdrew and stopped trying to ambush him.
The road soon grew remarkably quiet. Few people dared to cause trouble for Xia Ping.
But plenty of others were watching Xia Ping and his companions from