"Hmm!"
Xia Ping raised a brow. The man clad in black beast hide was no simple opponent—stronger than any True Fire Realm cultivator Xia Ping had ever seen. Every move had been tempered a thousand times over, his mana deep and vigorous, his combat strength astonishing.
But that was perfectly normal.
These Lost Ones lived in the Mist Star Sector, on the Five Elements Planet, surrounded by peril on all sides. Terrifying savage beasts lurked everywhere; every day was a life-or-death crisis, with no guarantee of surviving from dawn to dusk.
The slightest carelessness would see them devoured by savage beasts and turned into dung.
There was even competition for survival among their own kind—slaughter, betrayal, stabs in the back, fights over territory, plundering resources and treasures. Such things were commonplace among the Lost Ones.
In such a brutal environment, they honed their martial skills. Among cultivators of the same realm, their fighting power was simply beyond comparison with those great sect disciples raised like flowers in a greenhouse.
Thus, the moment his opponent struck, it was a killing move, brimming with endless murderous intent and aimed to put his target to death.
"Die!"
The black beast-hide man's face twisted savagely. He looked at Xia Ping as though he were an ant. He had trained on this planet for decades, weathered countless life-and-death crises, slain vast numbers of savage beasts, and gained immense benefits.
His combat strength had reached an utterly inconceivable level. How could a mere newcomer—a rookie at the initial stage of the True Fire Realm—possibly be his match?
His spear thrust forward, as though it would pierce through heaven and earth, sweeping up air currents for a thousand li with unstoppable force.
Yet even so, such strength was still far, far too weak for Xia Ping, who