"Ha ha, foolish humans. Let's see if he still dares to be so arrogant."
"After killing a few elites from the Curse-Slaying Legion, this guy became arrogant beyond measure. But how could he know that the gap between a titled Demon King and other Demon Kings is like a heavenly chasm? They simply can't be compared."
"That's right. The Wind Wing King is the king of speed—its speed is so fast that even my heart trembles. No one it wants to kill has ever survived. Now that it has made the first move, this human is surely dead."
"This human is indeed quite strong, but he still cannot compare to our titled Demon Kings."
"It's over. The battle will end in the blink of an eye."
"He's just a puny human. How could he contend against our Demon Race? They only rely on their numbers and magic treasures."
The titled Demon Kings remained remarkably calm, chatting casually without sparing Xia Ping a second glance. They believed that as soon as the Wind Wing King made its move, it would end this brat's life.
But at that moment, Xia Ping moved. He stepped forward and threw a punch, shaking and exploding with force.
It was an utterly simple straight punch, without the slightest flourish.
Yet it was terrifying beyond measure. The heavens and earth instantly shook, as though a Divine Elephant had appeared behind him, holding up heaven and earth as it radiated the dreadful aura of primordial chaos, gods, and devils.
Boom!
The surrounding wind blades shattered the instant they encountered the force of that punch, splintering like glass. That enormous wind blade was blasted apart in an instant.
Cracking sounds rang out all around, as though space itself had shattered.
"Not good!"
The Wind Wing King's fur stood on