"Lord Xia is simply too powerful."
"Over a hundred Nether Ghosts—enough strength to slaughter a city—and now Lord Xia has wiped them all out."
"My god, am I dreaming? Nether Ghosts are notoriously difficult to kill. They have no form or body and can flee at will. Even powerful demon slayers are no match for them. Qingyang City's army would probably be reduced to ashes against over a hundred Nether Ghosts, yet Lord Xia actually killed them all?!"
"This isn't a dream. It's reality. See Dangtu Town? It's gone now, smashed to pieces by a single palm strike from Lord Xia."
"Heavens, just what kind of overwhelmingly powerful great figure have we encountered?!"
Everyone in the Storm Caravan was dumbfounded. They had thought that encountering over a hundred Nether Ghosts meant certain death. Who could have imagined that the tide would turn so suddenly, and the Nether Ghosts would be slaughtered instead?
They had survived in this world for so long, yet they had never encountered anything like this, nor had they ever held their heads so high. Killing Nether Ghosts like slaughtering chickens—what terrifying martial power was that?
Every one of them looked at Xia Ping with utmost reverence.
"Huff!"
Xia Ping drew a deep breath and circulated the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, stabilizing the surging mana within his body.
After killing over a hundred Nether Ghosts and devouring the power of their souls, his soul energy had become vastly stronger than before.
He could feel his Soul Fire blazing fiercely, turning into a sea, even beginning to solidify, showing signs of condensing into a sun.
At the same time, the Divine Ability Talismans deep within his mind showed signs of melting. If his Soul Fire advanced another step, he would be able to completely melt these Divine Ability