"Master Wu, since you don't wish to kill us, why not let us go? Leave a little room when dealing with others, so we may meet again someday." A member of the Peacock Race shouted, trying to seize the chance to make Xia Ping release them. To avoid provoking hostility, he even respectfully addressed him as Master Wu.
"Exactly. If you release us, I can swear to the heavens that I'll never come looking for trouble with you again in this lifetime. Whenever I see you, I'll take a detour." Members of the Bear Clan and others swore to the heavens, hoping to reassure Xia Ping with venomous oaths.
Yet to them, swearing an oath was as easy as drinking water. The moment they escaped, they would immediately turn on him.
Naturally, they would not personally act against him in order to uphold the agreement—but who said they could not seek help? They would immediately call upon the elders of their clans to carve this damned bald donkey into eight pieces and avenge their hatred.
"Why the rush?"
Xia Ping waved a hand. "Though this humble monk is magnanimous enough to sail a boat in his belly and has long forgiven you, while the death penalty may be spared, the living penalty cannot be escaped. Do you understand?"
"Y-you, what exactly do you want to do?" The Peacock Race elites and the others immediately sensed that something was wrong. Given this bastard's methods, how could they possibly get off so easily?
"Do you know why this humble monk is so strong? Why I can beat so many of you by myself?"
Xia Ping first asked a question.
"Why? Is it a magic treasure, a cultivation technique, comprehension, talent, or some other reason?" The Peacock Race elites and the others were