"No, impossible! The King, the King is dead—killed with a single punch?!"
"An illusion. This has to be an illusion."
"The King was a mighty Dharma Image Realm expert, an existence capable of condensing a Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Image. How could he possibly die from one punch? I don't believe it. I will never believe something this absurd could happen in this world."
At the sight of this, the numerous yellow weasels were dumbfounded—utterly dumbfounded.
Some of the yellow weasels even cried out, unable to believe what their own eyes were seeing.
In their eyes, Xia Ping was merely a fledgling little demon. They could kill dozens of such trash with a single puff of breath, let alone if their King attacked personally. That should have meant certain death.
But what had just happened? Not only had that little demon not died, he had instead punched their King to death alive. There had not even been a chance to struggle—he had directly been reduced to ashes.
Such a brutal death sent chills down their spines and made every hair on their bodies stand on end.
"Too strong."
Qingluan and Rabbit Linglong were stunned as well. Although they had heard of Xia Ping's recent deeds, such as how many powerful experts he had slain and so on, they had assumed that Xia Ping might have relied on the power of some magical treasure, or employed some scheme. Who could have imagined that, merely with the might of his own divine abilities, he could punch a Dharma Image Realm expert to death? It was simply too incredible.
At once, they were filled with confidence in this mission. With Xia Ping there to help them, obtaining the Black Hole Worm was not an impossible matter.
"Alright. Your King is dead, so you should join