"Monster? You're simply too ignorant."
Xia Ping stood in the void, Spear of Hell in hand. One Hell World after another emerged around him, as though he had created countless hell planes in this instant.
He was like the Underworld God who ruled over countless hell planes, commanding the fate of all living beings.
From the depths of the void surged immense hell power, condensing into countless hell runes that transformed into terrifying hell blades and bombarded Liu Xiong.
"Ah!"
Caught completely off guard, Liu Xiong's entire body was crushed beneath one Hell World after another. They slammed into him madly, instantly shaking him into grievous injury and forcing him to cough up blood.
Even the dreadful hell power seeped into his internal organs and his soul.
Vaguely, he felt as though countless hell demons were devouring his soul, trying to drag him into Hell World and cast him into the depths of endless Yellow Springs.
"This is bad! What kind of power is this? What kind of demonic art is this, to be so terrifying? Run, quickly!"
Liu Xiong was scared half to death. At this moment, he truly felt the threat of death. If he did not flee, he really would be killed by this insignificant Lightning Tribulation Realm mortal before him.
At the thought of this, he felt stifled to the extreme, as though he had suffered endless humiliation. He was an Immortal Saint, an immortal life-form far beyond mortals, one who should have held all things in his grasp.
Yet now, he had been beaten into fleeing in panic by a mere mortal and could only run for his life. This was the utmost disgrace. If word got out, he would immediately become the laughingstock of the entire universe.
But he was, after all, a formidable