"Are you really ancient demons? How could you be so weak that you can't even withstand a single bell toll? Don't tell me every last one of you is a counterfeit?"
Xia Ping blinked, seeming deeply puzzled as he looked at Power Bull Demon and the other ancient demons.
This bastard!
Who was he calling a counterfeit? Your whole family is counterfeit! What nonsense was he spouting here?!
Seeing Xia Ping's expression, Power Bull Demon and the other ancient demons were so furious they nearly coughed up blood. What kind of look was that? Why did it seem as though he was pitying them?
They were driven utterly mad. They simply could not explain why they had been so easily crushed by this mysterious demon, Fengdu. It was truly beyond comprehension.
"Water your sister!"
An ancient demon stepped forward. "What outrageous boasting! A mere immortal demon dares to spout such wild words before ancient demons? You don't even know how the word 'death' is written. Do you think you can strut around before us and run rampant without restraint just because you have a powerful magic treasure? You're dreaming!"
"Idiot."
Xia Ping looked at it with contempt, utterly dismissive.
"Fengdu, you're far too arrogant."
Another ancient demon roared, "Before the eleven of us ancient demons, any method you possess is nothing but ignorance, nothing but utterly laughable. Anything you do is futile.
"The only way for you to survive now is to immediately kneel, surrender, and offer up that hell magic treasure with both hands. Otherwise, not only will you die without a burial ground, but every demon in Fengdu City, from top to bottom, will die. Every friend and relative you know will die without a complete corpse, and your nine clans will be exterminated."
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