Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
As time passed, more and more people arrived, descending upon this place one after another. They were all elites from the major races of the universe, staring covetously at Xia Ping and stirring the greed and desire of countless prodigies.
"So this is Xia Ping of the human race? Excellent. His head belongs to my Black Tiger Clan."
"Get lost! His head is already in the Violet Clan's bag. Do you dare snatch it? Are you trying to start a war with us?"
"Stop fighting amongst yourselves. Let's join forces and kill this brat first, then divide the treasures on him. What each of us gets will depend on our own abilities."
"Interesting. That is indeed a good solution. There's no need for us to wound each other and let this human reap the benefit."
The prodigies of the various races pointed at Xia Ping, having already regarded him as something in their pockets, someone they could kill at any moment and strip of his treasures.
Deep in the void, countless divine senses intertwined. Killing intent blazed, enough to make one tremble. Yet none of them attacked rashly. They seemed to be observing Xia Ping for weaknesses, waiting for the chance to strike a fatal blow.
"We're finished. How did so many experts come after us?"
Seeing so many racial prodigies surround them, Yin Shixing had never witnessed such a scene before. This was practically an ambush from all sides—being the target of every arrow. His legs went weak with fright.
After all, these cultivators were all prodigies of their races. They possessed magic treasures and endless methods, making them incomparably more terrifying than those abyssal demons from before.
He had confidence in escaping from abyssal demons, but he had no confidence that he could survive against