What?!
The moment those words were spoken, the nine chief stewards immediately sensed a violent aura surging from Xia Ping, as though an ancient divine beast had emerged, making the void tremble. This imposing presence blanketed the entire Crystal City, and even the ground shook faintly.
Within Crystal City, some weaker cultivators were frightened straight to the ground; some even fainted. Their spiritual power was too weak to withstand such a terrifying pressure.
"This fellow isn't merely an arrogant braggart who talks big."
Xu Liangyin and the others instantly became vigilant, their nerves taut. As Treasure Refining Realm cultivators, their instinct for danger had been honed to an extremely high level. Naturally, they could sense the terrifying power contained within Xia Ping's body.
Once it erupted, it would likely turn heaven and earth upside down.
If the other party had merely been a loudmouth, that would have been one thing. But he possessed formidable strength—he had trampled Auspicious Cloud Tower into ruin, and several Treasure Refining Realm cultivators within had been slain in an instant.
How could such a person be taken lightly?
Yan Yong knew Xia Ping's strength better than anyone. After all, he had fought him before, only to be wiped out in two or three moves, without the slightest ability to resist.
"Be careful. This kid is no simple matter. If we're careless, we may capsize in a gutter," Yan Yong secretly transmitted, warning the other eight chief stewards.
"What kind of joke is that? Capsize in a gutter? The nine chief stewards are gathered here—could we really fail to kill a mere brat? Does he think he's a Golden Core True Person?"
One of the chief stewards immediately voiced his displeasure, feeling that Yan Yong was exalting the enemy while belittling themselves.
"No, I can sense