The Net of Heaven is vast and without holes, yet it misses nothing.

"Who are you people, and why are you launching such a vicious attack on me?!" Xia Ping looked at these uninvited guests with a sour expression. For the mere act of launching a sneak attack, these people deserved to die ten thousand times over.

"Xia Ping!"

Suddenly, one of them shouted, "Isn't this brat Xia Ping?"

He stared fixedly at Xia Ping, clearly not having expected to run into him here; this was completely outside his expectations.

This person was none other than Zhang Zi'ang, and this group was the Sin Army.

Xia Ping?!

The group all turned their gazes toward Xia Ping. Many of them were seeing this legendary genius for the first time. It was because of this guy that Zhang Zi'ang and the other young masters from noble families were forced to join the Sin Army as death row inmates.

It could be said that the two sides were irreconcilable, like fire and water.

"You know me?"

Xia Ping frowned; he hadn't expected anyone among these ambushers to recognize him.

"I'd recognize you even if you were turned to ash."

The man gritted his teeth. "You caused us to suffer miserably. In this life, I am your sworn enemy; we will never rest until one of us is dead." His tone dripped with terrifying hatred.

"Never rest until one is dead? How did I offend you? Everyone knows I'm a very upright person who rarely offends anyone. Did you mistake me for someone else?"

Xia Ping insisted that he was a good person who rarely did anything to offend others.

"Bullshit!"

The man was so angry his lungs felt like they were about to explode. With the way you act, you've offended everyone under the heavens! There isn't a soul who doesn't hate you to the core,