Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
After Feng Ganglie fled, several hundred Demon Kings from Storm City remained behind. Xia Ping had no intention of holding back against them. He controlled forty-six Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talismans and blasted the Demon Kings to death.
At the same time, the Emerald Lord and the other Demon Kings kicked them while they were down, striking with ruthless ferocity.
In just a few breaths, most of the Demon Kings were slaughtered. A small number fortunately escaped. In short, the Storm City Demon Kings were beaten into a scattered mess and suffered grievous losses.
The flesh and blood of those Demon Kings, along with the magical artifacts, pills, spirit herbs, and other items they left behind, were all taken by Xia Ping.
The Emerald Lord and the other Demon Kings did not dare say anything. After all, Xia Ping had rendered the greatest service in this battle. Without the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talismans on him, there would have been no way to suppress so many Demon Kings.
"A great victory."
Xia Ping was extremely satisfied. Having killed so many Demon Kings, he had reaped a bountiful harvest this time—an overnight fortune, no less. He had obtained treasures worth at least tens of billions of demon coins.
Great victory, my ass!
Hearing this, the Emerald Lord and the other Demon Kings ground their teeth, practically wishing they could eat Xia Ping alive. He was the only one who had emerged with a great victory. As for them, they had simply been caught in the crossfire and suffered a calamity for no reason at all.
After all, even though they had wiped out these enemies, the crucial enemy, Feng Ganglie, had escaped.
Anyone could figure out with their knees how Feng Ganglie, having suffered such humiliation and losses, would retaliate.