"Brother Wu, you'd better not go out. Stay here safely and wait until they've both suffered heavy losses. It won't be too late for us to strike then," a Demon King urgently said, hastily trying to dissuade him.
"Exactly. That group of Demon Kings is no easy prey, and there are far too many of them. We're outnumbered and outmatched—going in would be suicide. Why rush?" The Emerald Lord also urged Xia Ping not to act rashly.
It was not that they wanted to stop Xia Ping from marching to his death. They simply wanted to protect themselves.
After all, if this bastard charged out, anyone with half a brain—hell, even with their knees—would know that their position would be exposed. Then they would become targets for everyone. Wouldn't that mean certain death for them?!
At that thought, they became frantic. They absolutely could not stand by and watch this bastard doom all these Demon Kings. What companion was this? He was clearly a pig-headed teammate.
"Stop trying to dissuade me."
Xia Ping snorted coldly and declared arrogantly, "Wait until both sides are crippled, then launch a sneak attack from the shadows? Is that something I, Wu Taidou, would do? What a joke. If one wishes to become a Demon Saint, one must possess the invincible spirit to sweep across the nine heavens and ten lands.
Acting timid and cringing like a coward is the behavior of petty rats. Even if they die, they will never become Demon Saints. I will use the blood of these Demon Kings as the stepping stones for I, Wu Taidou, to enter the ranks of Demon Saints."
Petty rats your ass!
The group of Demon Kings wanted nothing more than to slap Xia Ping to death on the spot. How was this cowardice? This