Slaying Wang Tong

"Bastard!"

Seeing Wang Rulong cut down on the spot by Xia Ping, Wang Tong was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes nearly splitting apart. "You dare kill my nephew? My Wang Family will be locked in a fight to the death with you for the rest of our lives!"

"Just you wait! The Wang Family ancestor will never let you off. You're dead for sure!"

He was furious beyond measure. So many elites of the Wang Family had been slaughtered by Xia Ping, and now even a direct descendant like Wang Rulong had been wiped out, dying miserably on the spot.

This was simply an unbearable loss!

If it had happened outside, it would have long since caused a massive uproar and drawn condemnation from countless people.

But this was Treasure Island, a dangerous stretch of sea. No matter how many people died here, it would not be strange. Even if they wanted to lodge a complaint, there was nothing they could do for the time being.

"Oh? I'll wait for your Wang Family ancestor to come bite me." With a swish, Xia Ping struck in an instant. Holding the Spear of Hell, he launched himself at Wang Tong.

Wings sprouted from his back, and he moved like a Kunpeng, so fast it was beyond belief. In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Wang Tong and thrust his spear forward, unleashing immense power.

"Damn it!"

Wang Tong gritted his teeth. He sensed a fatal crisis. This spear thrust was terrifying beyond compare, condensing all of Xia Ping's essence, energy, and spirit. It was practically his strongest attack, locking onto his aura—where I stand, none can stand against me.

It was as though, in the unseen darkness, his soul had been fixed upon