In the distance, Lang Jialong and the others saw this scene with perfect clarity, their faces turning extremely ugly.
They could all see the current situation clearly. Slayer Monk, Yuan Zhen, and Juehai were plainly at a disadvantage, driven back step by step by Xia Ping alone.
If they did not intervene, then before long, Slayer Monk, Yuan Zhen, and Juehai would surely be suppressed by Xia Ping's Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talisman and refined alive.
"Trash! That so-called Slayer Monk is nothing but trash!"
Lang Jialong cursed furiously. "His reputation doesn't live up to the name. Normally, he boasts as though he's invincible, slaughtering demons like cutting hemp, making people flee at the very mention of his name, killing without restraint and sweeping through all before him.
So what's going on now? He's only dealing with a Return to Truth Realm junior, and it's three against one at that. Yet he can't even fight that brat to a standstill—he's being beaten like a dog instead. He's disgraced all Lightning Tribulation Realm mighty figures. That bald donkey has cultivated for so long; where the hell did all his cultivation go? Has he been doing nothing but eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name every day?"
He was nearly mad with rage.
He had originally expected Slayer Monk, Yuan Zhen, and Juehai to kill Xia Ping. At the very least, they should have been evenly matched and inflicted heavy injuries on the bastard.
Who could have expected the situation to reverse? Instead, Slayer Monk and the other two were being beaten miserably, forced to defend at every turn without even the strength to strike back. It was far too outrageous.
"Actually, you can't blame Slayer Monk and the others. This kid is simply too monstrous. That was Buddhist karmic fire, yet he