They Couldn't Stop Him!

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Xia Ping strode forward, step by step, like a fiendish god. Each footfall made the earth tremble like a giant's stomp, leaving one enormous crater after another.

"Save me! Hurry and save me!"

Seeing such terrifying might, Wang Rulong was finally afraid. His whole body trembled, as if he had fallen into an icy pit and been wrapped in endless cold.

Even though he was a member of the Wang Family, even though he was surrounded by countless experts, he still felt no sense of security. It seemed that this fiend could take his life at any moment.

He was terrified and humiliated beyond measure. He was a member of the Wang Family, a descendant of a king! How had he fallen so low, to be openly hunted down by someone who slaughtered his way through them until the land ran red with blood, leaving them utterly broken?

"Save you? Who could save you? Whoever dares to save you will die!" A terrifying killing intent gleamed in Xia Ping's eyes, almost tangible. He seemed to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

After killing two Grandmasters in succession, he had forged his ferocious aura with their blood. He was overwhelmingly powerful, and no one dared doubt his resolve or his intent to kill.

Why were Grandmasters renowned throughout the world, invincible in battle and able to sweep aside entire armies, inspiring awe and reverence in countless living beings? Their reputations weren't built on empty boasts. They were earned through slaughter.

What Grandmaster didn't leave a mountain of bones in his wake? What Grandmaster hadn't killed countless people?

Dare to offend a Grandmaster, and you would pay in blood.

"Outrageous! He treats the Grandmasters of the Wang Family as if they were nothing!"