"It's truly remarkable that you've been able to travel the entire world. I imagine you must be widely experienced and have seen many things." City Lord Gao Ansheng's eyes flickered as he continued probing.
"I have indeed seen quite a few things, but that isn't the key point of our conversation."
Xia Ping said calmly, "To tell you the truth, I came to Qingyang City for only one reason: I want to know exactly how those Nether Ghosts and demons came to be."
He was direct, stating his main purpose outright.
"You're someone who has traveled the entire world, yet you don't even know how those Nether Ghosts and demons appeared? Isn't that a bit too ignorant?" One of the generals sneered, deeply suspicious of Xia Ping's identity and motives.
Especially since Xia Ping had injured Commander Che Xiujun earlier, which made him even more displeased.
"Did I permit you to speak?"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. A terrifying aura radiated from him, like the stars themselves, crushing down viciously upon that general.
At once, the general felt an overwhelming force bear down on him, making every bone in his body tremble. Sweat poured down like rain, and he seemed as though he would suffocate to death the very next second.
This was a mighty power he had no hope of resisting.
With a crack, the wooden chair beneath him shattered. His entire body slammed through the floorboards, blood streaming from his nose, mouth, eyes, ears, and everywhere else—a horrifying sight.
"Young friend, please stop."
Seeing this, City Lord Gao Ansheng hurriedly tried to dissuade him. "It is true that my man does not understand the rules. He actually dared to spout nonsense here. I hope you can spare his life."
"If someone doesn't understand the rules, they need to