"Damn it, how could this happen? That kid is still alive?"
"What do we do? What the hell do we do now? Even after pouring all our strength into this grand formation, we still couldn't kill him in the shadows. What kind of methods does that brat have?"
"Damn it, we schemed and calculated so much, yet in the end we didn't get so much as a fart. What are we supposed to do now?"
"What else can we do? We've already reached the point where the fish dies and the net tears. Of course we kill him. Don't tell me you think that brat will spare us."
"That's right. After taking that blow, there's no way that kid could be unharmed. He must have been seriously wounded."
"Exactly. Besides, he fought Slayer Monk and the other three for so long that his mana must be nearly exhausted. He's probably at the end of his tether now. There's no way he can be our match."
"We have to slaughter this kid now. He's already this monstrous at the Return to Truth Realm—if we let him advance to the Dharma Image Realm, or even the Lightning Tribulation Realm, how will any of us have a way to survive?"
"That brat must die. Otherwise, none of us will have an easy life in the future. Think it over carefully."
Evilwood Daoist and the others discussed in rapid succession, their divine senses intertwining. The more they talked, the heavier their killing intent became, and the more clearly they understood just how immense Xia Ping's threat was.
If they did not seize this opportunity to kill him today, then after some time had passed, they would no longer have any chance. By then, they would be the ones being hunted down, fleeing like homeless