Several hours later, the duels finally came to an end.
The result was naturally without suspense. Everyone had been defeated by Xia Ping; not a single one had managed to harm him in the slightest.
Most of them could not withstand Xia Ping's illusion arts. With a single move, they fell into endless hallucinations.
Even among the Primordial Sacred Land disciples, there were those with powerful divine consciousness, but it was of no use. The moment they faltered, Xia Ping stepped forward and knocked them unconscious with a single punch.
"Brother Xia actually won?!"
"Unbelievable—and a complete victory at that. Not a single person could defeat Brother Xia."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was an illusion. Are these really Primordial Sacred Land disciples?"
"We can't underestimate those Primordial Sacred Land disciples. Any one of them could beat you and me until we were crawling all over the ground looking for our teeth. All we can say is that Brother Xia is absurdly powerful."
"Indeed. That illusion divine ability is simply tyrannical and unsolvable. Those without sufficiently powerful divine consciousness immediately fall unconscious, and even those whose divine consciousness is strong enough only need to falter for a moment before Brother Xia easily takes them down."
"No wonder Brother Xia dared to challenge a hundred people alone. A true grandmaster of illusion arts fears no threat from numbers."
Wei Liangsheng and the others discussed it fervently. Xia Ping's martial divine abilities had won their admiration so completely that they were bowing in wholehearted conviction.
After so many battles, and with countless capable people in the Primordial Sacred Land, quite a few had recognized that the reason Xia Ping could so easily subdue so many Primordial Sacred Land disciples was because he had