"What? Impossible! The one who nearly killed me just now was merely an Immortal Saint? How could something so absurd possibly happen?! What kind of joke is this?"
Seeing Xia Ping appear, the Mosquito Daoist was utterly shaken, suffering such immense shock that it could hardly believe its own eyes.
It had assumed that the one before it was at least an Ancient Saint. Who could have imagined that the one who attacked was merely a human at the Immortal Realm?
This was simply too absurd. Since when could a human in the Immortal Realm beat an Early Ancient Saint like a dog? If news of this spread, no one would believe it at all.
Yet it could sense the formidable aura surging from within Xia Ping's body. Though he was only in the Immortal Realm, that vast and surging mana was enough to shake the void and shatter every Spatial Barrier.
Merely by relying on his own mana, he could tear apart all space. He was so powerful that it made one's heart pound in terror. Ordinarily, an Immortal Saint could not possibly possess such overwhelming mana; this was simply beyond its imagination.
"Lord Xia is truly too powerful."
Cecil could not describe his emotions with words. His admiration for Xia Ping had already reached the point of complete prostration. That strike just now had not been some trick—it had relied upon pure strength to forcibly beat an Early Ancient Saint into a half-crippled state. Such combat power was enough to place him among mythical figures, already at a level that shook the ancients and dazzled the present.
Had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, he could never have imagined such a thing.
"Do you truly wish to surrender, or do you wish to die?"
Xia Ping