"Cut the crap."
Feng Xingyu's face darkened. "Don't you want to pass the Primordial Sacred Land's entrance examination? The test is very simple: fight me. If you win, you can enter the Primordial Sacred Land."
What?!
Upon hearing this, the many Universe Sect elders were shocked. Such an examination was far too excessive. After all, disciples from the Primordial Sacred Land were inherently much stronger than ordinary cultivators.
Even among cultivators of the same rank, they possessed overwhelming strength. This was plain for all to see.
Normally, an examiner merely needed to assess someone and approve of their potential and strength for them to pass. There was no need to defeat the examiner.
But now, this fellow had made such a demand. He was clearly making things difficult on purpose.
Just as they were about to speak out in opposition, Xia Ping rubbed his chin and said, "I only need to defeat you? Why is this examination so easy? How about all three of you examiners come at me together?"
"What did you say?!"
Zhang Haodang, Meng Zhenshun, and Feng Xingyu all widened their eyes, staring fixedly at Xia Ping. Not even if they were beaten to death would they have expected Xia Ping to make such a suicidal request.
Defeating even one of them was an impossible task, yet this brat wanted to fight all three. He had simply lost his mind—was he really an idiot?
Sect Master Zhu Xian and the others were also dumbfounded. They had never seen anyone make such a request, deliberately increasing the difficulty of their own examination.
"Can't understand human speech? I said all three of you, together. Save some time."
Xia Ping spoke simply and bluntly.
"Damn it, brat, if you're looking to die, I'll grant your wish."
Zhang Haodang was beside