"Impossible! With just one strike, more than twenty Eagle Race Demon Kings were wiped out? Are you kidding me? Since when did Eagle Race Demon Kings become this weak?!"
A Demon King could not believe it, utterly shaken.
"Exactly. That kid is only at the peak of the Dharma Image Realm. How can he be such a freak? When did the Human Race produce such a terrifying young expert?" A Demon King found it inconceivable. No matter how it thought about it, that kid should only have been brutally slaughtered by the Eagle Race Demon Kings. Yet now the situation had been completely reversed. It made no sense at all.
"Impossible. He must have used some secret art to conceal his cultivation, playing the pig to eat the tiger. He is definitely an old monster at the peak of the Lightning Tribulation Realm. Otherwise, he could never possess such combat power."
"So that's how it is. Now it makes sense."
"Makes sense my ass! Even if he is an old monster at the peak of the Lightning Tribulation Realm, instantly killing more than twenty experts of the same level is still terrifying. He is a great enemy of our Demon Race."
"He's already this terrifying now. If he advances to Saint, wouldn't that be the end of us? Would our Demon Race still have any place to survive?"
"Kill him! We must slaughter this human. We absolutely cannot allow the Human Race to gain another terrifying Saint."
Terrifying killing intent radiated from the depths of many Demon Kings' pupils as they stared at Xia Ping. What had just happened had stirred their murderous aura into a boiling frenzy, regardless of whether they could obtain this world this time.
In any case, this monstrous human had to die—die without even a