At this moment, aboard the Star Ship.
Beep beep.
The system's voice rang out: "Congratulations, Host. You have enraged numerous Southern Universe lifeforms, including those of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, and gained a total of three billion Hate Points. Your current total has reached five billion Hate Points. Keep up the good work."
Three billion Hate Points?!
Xia Ping was utterly amazed. Although he had long known that what he had done this time would inevitably provoke everyone's hatred, he had never expected this group to hate him so intensely—enough to generate three billion Hate Points.
Still, he had to thank them for their contribution. Otherwise, how could he have obtained such an astonishing number of Hate Points? With them, he could buy more treasures and strengthen himself.
"Beep beep. Host, please be aware: intense killing intent is directed at you. A Saint may have taken action. Please remain vigilant." The system immediately issued a warning.
"A Saint has made a move? Could it be a Saint from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. He had not expected such a minor matter to actually provoke a Saint. This was beyond the scope of his plans.
If only some Golden Core True Persons had died, the Saint of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect would not have acted. The problem was that Xia Ping had a death wish—he had even continued stirring up trouble on the Southern Universe Forum.
In an instant, the matter had blown up, becoming known throughout the Southern Universe and causing the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect to lose all face.
Therefore, in order to recover the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's reputation, even if they might be criticized for bullying the weak with the strong, they could no longer care about that.
If they