"Still want to fight again in three years? Do you take me for an idiot?!"
Xia Ping looked speechlessly at Gu Nan, whom he had killed with a single punch. This kid had plainly gone mad—did he think they were playing house? This was a battle to the death, and he thought others would give him another chance to challenge them?!
He still wanted some three-year pact—what did he take Xia Ping for, a boss monster to grind for experience and level up?!
Talking to an idiot like this was truly a waste of breath. Better to kill him with one punch and be done with it; Xia Ping could not be bothered to waste words on him.
Whoosh!
With a sweep of his hand, he collected the Space Rings left behind by Gu Nan, He Shisan, and Wu Han. The magical artifacts, pills, spirit herbs, and other treasures inside all fell into his hands.
"Th-they're all dead?!"
Everyone was utterly horrified, staring at the scene before them in disbelief.
Wu Han the Ice Demon, He Shisan of the Sword Crane Clan, and Gu Nan of the Barbarian Clan—who among them was not a long-renowned Dharma Characteristic mighty figure, hailed as a prodigy of their generation? They might not have been invincible across the land, but they had rarely met an equal.
Yet now, they had merely encountered a junior of the Return to Truth Realm and were wiped out in three punches and two kicks. Even when they used secret arts to flee, it had been useless; they had been forcibly blasted to death.
Xia Ping was outrageously powerful, terrifying beyond measure.
"Too strong! What kind of martial divine ability is this?"
"His mana is unimaginably abundant. He's practically an ancient fiendish god."
"Who could withstand his ferocious might?