"You misunderstand."
Hearing this, Xia Ping sighed. "I'm not worried about whether I can escape. I'm worried that you'll all die here today. Why come here to throw your lives away?"
He wore an expression of compassion for all living things.
But his words thoroughly enraged everyone present.
"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"
"You dare say we came here to die? Wu Wudi, even if you passed the fifth floor of the trial tower, you have no right to say such things."
"Attack! Crush him completely and see if he still dares spout such nonsense!"
At once, the crowd flew into a rage, hopping mad with eyes bloodshot like bulls in an arena.
They had overwhelming numbers—millions of people. No matter how they looked at it, they held an absolute advantage, yet this brat actually claimed they had come here to die. If that wasn't arrogance, what was?
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
In an instant, more than a dozen Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciples attacked. Black poisonous vapor erupted from their bodies, condensing into venomous snakes that seemed to possess sentience as they surged in from every direction.
Not only were they incredibly swift, but the poisonous vapor carried potent toxicity. The people nearby retreated in alarm, afraid of inhaling it and getting dragged into the mess themselves.
Xia Ping did not even look at them. He stepped forward openly and without concealment, then struck out with his palm.
Buddhist divine ability—Great Compassion Great Mercy Palm!
The palm strike shone golden. A swastika symbol emerged in its center, while faint Buddhist scriptures appeared, as though countless Buddhas were chanting sutras. All kinds of strange phenomena manifested around it, lotuses branding themselves into the void and releasing a fragrant aroma.
With just one strike, the dozen or so Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciples did