"How is this possible?!"
Zhao Hai could not help but let out a scream. His strongest, most prideful hammer strike was something even True Fire Realm cultivators would not dare to take head-on, or they would surely be smashed into serious injury.
Yet with a mere claw, this brat had caught his heavy hammer with effortless ease, as simply as grabbing a little chick. The force of hundreds of millions of tons vanished into nothing in an instant.
He simply could not believe his eyes. Catching his Thunder Lord Hammer so easily—this was not human at all. Even Guiyuan Sect could not produce such a monstrous disciple.
At once, he began to shrink back. If even his strongest strike could not kill this monster, then none of his remaining methods would be of any use against this brat.
"Die!"
Xia Ping was expressionless, radiating boundless killing intent. The Hell Golden Crow Claw reached out. It appeared slow, yet it was incomparably swift, like Mount Tai crashing down, impossible to evade.
The surrounding air was rapidly pushed aside, forming a vortex. Within the claw's palm emerged a terrifying ancient formation that drew upon the power of heaven and earth before erupting in an instant.
Run!
Run, quickly!
If he did not run, he would die!
Zhao Hai's sense of danger warned him with unprecedented intensity. Every hair on his body stood on end, every cell trembling. This was the survival instinct born of the True Fire Realm.
If he dared take this move head-on, then even as a True Fire Realm cultivator, he would undoubtedly die.
Yet even so, his body could not move. It was utterly stiff, as though he had been struck by an Immobilization Technique, because the moment that claw appeared, it instantly locked onto every trace of