At this time, everyone near Rich's pill shop had fled. Only Xia Ping, Rich, and Ruth remained.
The passersby around them feared that this matter would provoke the Liu Family's fury and bring disaster upon innocent bystanders, so none of them dared remain there.
"I never expected Lord Xia's strength to be so formidable. Without even advancing to the Immortal Realm, you can already sweep aside cultivators of the same realm. It truly is extraordinary," Elder Rich praised sincerely.
He had lived for a very long time and had seen geniuses from countless races, as well as innumerable Lightning Tribulation Realm experts. Yet among Lightning Tribulation Realm experts, those with strength like Xia Ping's were absolutely few enough to count on one's fingers.
Even he was no match for him.
After all, he was not of a combat-oriented race, but merely an auxiliary one. In a one-on-one fight, he naturally fell far short.
"It's nothing. They were just a pack of ants."
Xia Ping's expression remained utterly calm, as light as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze, without the slightest hint of pride.
"But this means we've thoroughly offended the Liu Family. Now we're in serious trouble."
Rich shook his head and sighed.
"What's the big deal? When soldiers come, generals will stop them; when water comes, earth will block it," Xia Ping said indifferently.
Rich said helplessly, "If it were merely trash like Liu Zhengguang, it naturally wouldn't matter. But what we fear is their Liu Family ancestor, Liu Xiong. He is a Saint.
"Moreover, that old thing always repays every grievance and haggles over every last coin. He is ruthless and vicious. If he learns of this, he may well cast aside all concern for his reputation and strike us down."
Ordinary Saints might care about their dignity