"And what about you? What do you think?"
Xia Ping turned around, looked at the many mighty figures around him, and smiled faintly.
"Wu Wudi, you—what are you trying to do? We didn't obtain any pills, and there's nothing here that you want." Hearing this, everyone's hearts gave a sudden thump, a faint sense of foreboding rising within them.
"Robbery."
Xia Ping said with a beaming smile. Even if these mighty figures had not obtained any pills, they still carried plenty of good things—perhaps things even more valuable than pills. How could he possibly let them go?
"Robbery? Wu Wudi, don't push people too far! It was one thing for you to seize all the pills—already more than tyrannical enough—but now you actually want to rob us too? You are utterly lawless!"
Someone cried out in grief and indignation.
The many mighty figures were so furious their noses nearly crooked. They had advanced to the Lightning Tribulation Realm who knew how long ago; apart from Saints, they stood almost at the pinnacle of the universe.
It had always been them robbing others—when had they ever been robbed themselves? Yet this brat was audacious beyond all bounds, daring to rob an entire group of them in broad daylight?!
"Oh? So what if I'm pushing you too far? Can you bite me? I'll give you three breaths to think it over. If you refuse, you'll end up just like Sea Mountain Old Devil."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back.
"Good brat, let's fight him!"
"Fine, he took the pills—but he actually wants to strip us clean too? Wishful thinking!"
"Attack! Kill this brat! I refuse to believe he has three heads and six arms!"
"Don't wait for you to make a move—we'll destroy you first!"
The many mighty figures