"You're kidding."
Meng Yunxiao and the others witnessed this scene as well, and they were frightened half to death. They had thought Xia Ping was doomed, that he would be instantly torn apart by the five True Fire Realm demons and perish just like that.
But what had they seen? The five great True Fire Realm demons had attacked together with all their strength, only for Xia Ping to block them with ease, as though he possessed absolute defense, untouched by all laws.
And this was not the power of some magic treasure either. It was purely his own martial divine ability, which made it even more terrifying.
"Damn it, what kind of monster are you?!"
The five True Fire Realm demons were all stunned. Instinctively, they sensed the dreadful threat radiating from Xia Ping, as if they had encountered a great demon. This was suppression at the level of essence; their very lifeforms were on different levels.
"I am the Underworld God, ruler of hell, master of the true meaning of life and death, the final destination of all demon gods, standing high above the thirty-three heavens of hell—the supreme fantasy species. I grant you death."
As Xia Ping spoke each word, it seemed to resonate with the will of the abyss. Everything within ten thousand kilometers trembled, endless demonic qi churned, heaven collapsed and earth split apart, and a hundred thousand demons shuddered in fear.
These were words of gold and jade, the Book of Life and Death, the Underworld God's proclamation of death!
From the moment all things were born, they had never been equal. Only death was equal. Death could not be avoided; even the saints would decay, fall, and turn into nothingness.
Vaguely, a phenomenon emerged behind Xia Ping. Endless demonic qi gathered, as though