"Damned bastard, what exactly did that wretch Xia do? How did he make this pack of undead Saints go even crazier?" Seeing the undead Saints' frenzy, Golden Snake Gentleman was so frightened that half his face turned green.
He had been enjoying the show, hoping the undead Saints would tear that arrogant brat to pieces and avenge their grievances. But how could he have imagined that the bastard would escape once again, leaving the undead Saints helpless?
Now it was they who had suffered eight lifetimes of rotten luck. Unable to find the true culprit, those undead Saints had come to vent their anger and settle accounts with them instead—picking on the soft persimmons.
"Damn Xia Ping! He loafs around all day after stuffing himself full, grabs all the benefits for himself, then dumps a whole rotten mess in our laps for us to clean up! I knew there weren't many good people among these so-called righteous sects. Their hearts are venomous—even more hateful than devils!"
The Blood Sea Two Elders roared. They could sense that the killing intent of the undead Saints was even more violent and intense than before, carrying a faint trace of madness—the sign of demonic deviation.
"Quit talking crap and run! Those undead Saints aren't going to listen to you preach reason!"
Lang Jialong shouted.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hearing this, these Lightning Tribulation Realm mighty figures could no longer care about anything else. Though their hatred for Xia Ping had soared into the heavens, now clearly was not the time to settle things with that brat.
One by one, they swiftly scattered and fled in all directions.
After the earlier battle, they had discovered that although these undead Saints possessed no intelligence, they did possess perception—and it specifically targeted enemies with powerful auras. The higher