"Not bad power."
Xia Ping raised an eyebrow. He had only wanted to test the power of the Yin Thunder Bomb, but he had not expected such an astonishing result. In one go, it wiped out a large swath of enemies.
That was also because these mercenaries had not been vigilant enough. They had no idea Xia Ping possessed a treasure like the Yin Thunder Bomb, and they had swarmed over in a dense cluster.
The outcome was easy to imagine. The Yin Thunder Bomb's power was fully displayed. The mercenaries at the center of the explosion died on the spot, without even a chance to struggle.
"Damn it, that guy actually has Yin Thunder Bombs? Where on earth did he get them?!" Seeing a group of companions die, one mercenary's expression darkened to the extreme.
Another mercenary roared, "Who cares? If he dares to use them, so can we! Blow this bastard to death immediately!" He wanted revenge for his slain companions.
Although Yin Thunder Bombs were extremely precious and costly, they had some on them as well.
"No. There's a group of children over there, all descendants of great families. If we use Yin Thunder Bombs, we'll definitely blow them up too." Quite a few immediately refused, afraid to strike for fear of harming the innocent.
There were countless children around Xia Ping, all young members of great families—treasures their families feared would melt if held too tightly in their palms. If the mercenaries killed them with Yin Thunder Bombs, one could only imagine the fury of those great families.
Even if they died, these little young masters could not lose so much as a hair.
"How despicable! He's actually using a bunch of children as human shields, making us afraid to act!"
"That bastard must have calculated