Explosions of thunder energy turned the entire area upside down, forcing Xia Ping back. In an instant, the Thunder Demon Clan displayed its invincible might, leaving the surrounding onlookers utterly stunned.
Those ancient remnant species were especially grateful. If this group of Thunder Demons had not suddenly intervened, they would likely have been captured by that damned Wu Wudi and taken back for breeding. What a miserable fate that would have been.
"Damn it, he got away."
However, one of the Thunder Demon elders was deeply regretful. Taking advantage of that strike just now, it could have killed the brat completely and annihilated his Primordial Spirit. Yet unexpectedly, the other party had still evaded that move.
"It doesn't matter. The monk may flee, but the temple remains. If he didn't die this time, he'll definitely die next time."
Lei Bao let out a cold laugh. His vertical pupils fixed viciously on Xia Ping, terrifying killing intent billowing from his body until it nearly solidified. He wished he could immediately chop the human before him into ten or eight pieces.
"You actually dared attack me—and ambush me in secret, no less. You've got some nerve. What, you Thunder Demons want to be captured too, raised as my livestock for food? But you're all skin and bones. One look tells me you wouldn't taste very good. You must starve a lot normally, huh? Does the Thunder Demon Clan have no food? Are you always suffering famine?"
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the suddenly appeared Thunder Demons.
"Screw your ancestors for eighteen generations! This is the physique of our Thunder Demon Clan—lean and fierce, understand? Ignorant fool."
"You want to raise us? Who's the one with the gall to defy heaven here? Human, you're at death's door