Half an hour later.
Xia Ping returned once more to the Demon Hall in Rock Demon City, with the corpse of a Sand Demon now in his hands. This Sand Demon had already been dealt with personally by him.
Originally, he had planned to let the World Tree devour this Sand Demon, but to complete the mission, he still needed the Sand Demon's corpse as proof. Otherwise, it would not count as a success.
At this point, he carried the Sand Demon's corpse to the Mission Hall to submit the mission.
"What? You killed the Sand Demon yourself?"
Inside the Mission Hall, the many demon supervisors, along with other demons who had come to accept missions, were utterly shocked upon hearing the news. They stared at Xia Ping in disbelief.
In their eyes, this kid was just a pretty boy whose strength was merely at the Immortal Realm. How could he possibly kill a Sand Demon at the peak of the Near Ancient Realm?
If this kid had truly dared to seek trouble with the Sand Demon, he would have been courting death. The Sand Demon could have killed him in minutes, leaving him to die an unnatural death, perhaps not even with a whole corpse left behind.
Yet this notorious, vicious, and brutal Sand Demon had really fallen into this kid's hands, and he had even brought its corpse back.
"That's right. It was only a Sand Demon—I could kill it with a wave of my hand. What's so remarkable about that? I really don't know what those demons chasing the Sand Demon were doing, to actually get killed by it instead. What a laughingstock. The quality of the demons in the Demon Hall is really getting worse and worse. Any trash can join now—a mixed bag of fish