In a stretch of void far away.
"Impossible!"
When they saw Xia Ping kill the Devil Master with a single punch, the Phoenix Race elder practically jumped in fright. "What did that Human Race demigod just do? How could the Devil Master be so utterly helpless, killed by one punch?!"
To be honest, as an elder of a divine beast race who had lived through countless ages, it had never seen anything like this. A demigod could actually possess strength this overwhelmingly formidable.
"A fraud! That Devil Master must have been a fraud! Killed with one punch—then what the hell were all those things that happened just now? What were they even for?!" the Qilin Race elder shouted.
It simply could not accept such a reality.
Just moments ago, it had been boasting about the Devil Master's might—strength comparable to a lower god, unmatched in power, invincible across the universe. No enemy could stand against the Devil Master's demonic might.
But now? He had actually been punched to death by this Human Race demigod. The situation had changed so quickly that it surpassed even its imagination.
"I never expected the Human Race demigod Xia Ping to be formidable to such a degree. It is truly inconceivable. Is this the child of destiny born in this cosmic era? He is simply too terrifying."
The Black Tortoise Clan elder could not help but sigh.
"Samuel, is this the faith you had in the Human Race? No wonder you believed earlier that the Saints of all races might not necessarily lose. With such a monster around, one capable of punching the Devil Master to death, then they truly could not possibly lose."
The Pixiu Clan elder was filled with admiration for the Dragon God Palace Master. Worthy of being the Dragon Race's foremost