"Young Lord!"
The remaining Thunder Demons witnessed this scene and cried out in grief and fury. They could only watch helplessly as Lei Yundong was slain, utterly powerless to resist, their hatred reaching its peak.
"Don't worry. You'll be joining him on the road soon enough."
Xia Ping's figure flickered as he repeatedly struck at the remaining Thunder Demons, uprooting the grass and eliminating the roots.
"Wu Wudi, my Thunder Demon Clan will never let you off!"
"We've already spread word of your murder of our clan's Young Lord. From this day forth, you are the mortal enemy of the Thunder Demon Clan! We will not rest until one side is dead!"
"Just wait. The Clan Chief and the elders will avenge us. You will not meet a good end!"
"Fight him! Self-destruct our bodies—even in death, we'll drag him down with us!"
The Thunder Demons were beside themselves with rage, facing death as if returning home. They tried to self-destruct and perish together with Xia Ping.
But they were simply too slow. Xia Ping struck again and again, unleashing the Thousand-Hand Buddha and slamming down mercilessly. In an instant, over a million palm imprints appeared, bombarding everything.
Boom boom boom!!!
War drums thundered through the void in wave after wave as clumps of flesh exploded. When the drumming ceased, so did the screams. The many Thunder Demons had been blasted apart on the spot, leaving neither corpse nor bone behind.
At this moment, no enemy within hundreds of millions of kilometers could threaten Xia Ping any longer.
"They actually sent out word? Good. That suits me perfectly."
Xia Ping did not care in the slightest about the Thunder Demons' threats. On the contrary, spreading the news was exactly what he wanted. Without it, how could he enrage the Thunder