You have to understand what kind of figure Jing Zhantian was in the Endless Sea. He was a prince of the Whale Demon Clan, extraordinarily talented, and relied on his racial gifts to run rampant, nearly invincible.
Yet a heaven's favorite like him, a seed of kingship, was merely a puny existence in this human's eyes—someone with a little skill who had survived one punch?!
Even looking down on someone had its limits!
The many Sea Demons glared furiously at Xia Ping, wishing they could eat him alive.
Although Jing Zhantian was the one who had lost face, he was still one of the Sea Demons. If he lost face, then the entire ocean-dwelling races lost face. They absolutely could not tolerate it.
"Human, if Jing Zhantian only has a little skill, then what do you think of mine?!" With a whoosh, Zhang Ming, the prince of the Octopus Demon Clan, leaped out.
In an instant, his eight arms swung forward, each gripping a treasured blade sharp enough to cut through iron like mud.
Every one of these blades was extraordinary. They had been forged from Deep Cold Iron by a master smith, with the aid of countless precious materials, over forty-nine days.
These eight blades were terrifying. Each was perfectly suited to the power of the Octopus Demon Clan. A single strike sent blade energy sweeping in every direction; even a small mountain would be split in two.
Without hesitation, Zhang Ming launched a deadly attack on Xia Ping, using the Octopus Clan's blade technique, the Universe Eight-Blade Style!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
In that instant, all eight blades struck. Eight terrifying beams of blade light attacked at once, unbreakable, as if they would cleave the entire land in two.
"How strong!"
The many Sea Demons' pupils contracted. Every one