The power of that roar was simply too terrifying. Slayer Monk and the other three Lightning Tribulation Realm mighty figures were seriously injured, but the dozen or so Dharma Image Realm monks who had come with them were not so fortunate.
In merely a single breath, before they could even struggle, they were blasted into lumps of mangled flesh, dying miserably on the spot.
"Damn, that kid is insanely fierce!"
In the distance, Evilwood Daoist and the others witnessed this scene, and their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets from shock.
To be honest, Xia Ping was merely a mid-stage Return to Truth Realm cultivator. Even with a supreme talisman like the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talisman, allowing him to wield the power of the Lightning Tribulation Realm—
—in the end, he was still a junior of the Return to Truth Realm. In terms of the depth of his mana, how could he compare to Lightning Tribulation Realm mighty figures? After a few attacks, that kid should have been sucked dry into a human husk by the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talisman.
Yet how could they have imagined that this kid would be fierce to such an extent? He was suppressing three Lightning Tribulation Realm mighty figures and beating them back. Even after launching dozens of attacks, there was not the slightest sign of his mana being depleted. It was utterly inconceivable.
They all felt that this kid was a monster—an absolutely peerless monster. They had no idea how he cultivated. He was merely a junior of the Return to Truth Realm, yet the depth of his mana was no less than that of a Lightning Tribulation Realm mighty figure, his reserves seemingly endless.
"You bastard!"
Seeing all the subordinates he had brought being blasted to death, Slayer Monk's eyes split