Although the flame had only appeared for an instant, it left the hellhound Kexilai with a memory it would never forget for all eternity. If it had been even one second slower—one second later in spitting this brat out—it would have been reduced to ashes.
It was practically a memory of surviving nine deaths. Even now, its body was trembling uncontrollably.
One could well imagine the fury raging within it. It wanted nothing more than to slaughter Xia Ping. It was an invincible demon, a true demonic overlord who roamed Hell—how could it have nearly died?!
"Enough noise. Pass out for me."
Xia Ping could not be bothered to waste words on the hellhound Kexilai. He threw a punch through the air.
What?!
The hellhound Kexilai's fur stood on end as it sensed boundless killing intent and danger. Though it was merely a simple punch, it felt as if the blow had distorted space and time, freezing time itself in that instant.
On the surface, the punch seemed exceedingly slow, but in truth it was unimaginably fast. Even across an immense distance, it arrived in an instant.
It would already have found it difficult to deal with this punch, and now that it had been severely wounded by the Hell Golden Crow Flame and was badly injured, how could it possibly withstand such a terrifying blow?
In fact, forget blocking it—even trying to dodge was impossible.
The next second, its head took the punch head-on. Before it could even let out a scream, its enormous body fell from the sky and smashed viciously downward.
Boom!
The hellhound Kexilai slammed into the ground, smashing out a massive crater. It spat out a mouthful of blood, foam spilling from its mouth, and directly passed out.
Fortunately, Xia Ping had held back and