The chief of the Drought Demon Tribe, Han Ge, was two meters tall. His entire body was covered in black fur and he revealed his ferocious fangs. His entire body was surrounded by black flames.
It was like a ferocious beast from hell, filled with a murderous aura. The moment it appeared, the surrounding hundred miles were filled with a violent aura that had solidified.
It seemed that if one stayed in this environment for a long time, most living beings with weak willpower would fall into madness and lose their rationality, turning into wild beasts that only knew how to kill.
"This King's Drought Dagger!"
The chief of the Drought Demon Tribe, Han Ge, looked down at Xia Ping with disdain. "You are the human who came to my tribe's holy land to make trouble? You want to snatch my clan's holy fruit? How dare you! Have you thought about how you're going to die? Do you want to be steamed or roasted? "
"Choose a way to die."
It had already completely treated Xia Ping as a dead man, not giving him any chance at all. Any outsider who dared to trespass into the Holy Land had to die without exception.
"Drought Demon Tribe Patriarch Han Ge?!"
Xia Ping rubbed his chin. "Is there any other way to die, like dying of old age? I like dying like this. "
"Scram!"
Han Ge was so angry that smoke was coming out of his nostrils. This human was really insatiable. He even wanted to die of old age? Who wouldn't want to? This brat was really dreaming.
Very quickly, it discovered that the Holy Land was a little different from before. It seemed to not have the rich Five Elements Spiritual Qi, nor did it feel like it was bathed in Divine Energy.
"Wait, where's the Five Elements Spiritual Tree? Where did the Five Elements Spiritual Tree of our five races go? Why did it disappear? "Han Ge was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his eyes.
These five divine trees had existed for tens of thousands of years. They had existed ever since the Arcana Plane had appeared. The five races had long regarded these five divine trees as totems, as sacred objects that no one was allowed to profane.
But now, all of them had disappeared. One could imagine how shocked it was right now. Its mind was blank.
"I don't know. Anyway, I was like this when I came in. I also wanted to ask you where you hid the Five Elements Spirit Tree." Xia Ping spread his hands, showing an innocent look.
"Bullshit!"
Han Ge was enraged. How could it believe the words of this human? "The Five Elements Spirit Tree was still fine. It stayed in the sacred ground and nurtured my race's holy fruit. It has been like this for 10,000 years."
"The moment you arrived, the Five Elements Spirit Tree disappeared. If this wasn't done by you, who else could it be?"
"Hand over the Five Elements Spirit Tree immediately, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"
That was the race's divine tree. Putting aside the fact that it was the spiritual sustenance of countless clansmen and a totem-like existence, just the spirit fruits it produced could allow the clan's experts to continuously break through.
This was the best cultivation resource, and he could not afford to lose it.
Now that the divine tree had disappeared, one could imagine how mad it was right now. It even wanted to kill Xia Ping.
"It can't be. Where's our Five Elements Spiritual Tree? Why did it disappear? Where did he go? "
At this moment, a group of guards followed Han Ge in. When they saw the empty Sacred Ground, all of them were dumbfounded.
"Motherf * cker, these bastards want to move our divine tree away because the fruits aren't ripe yet?"
"How immoral. They're harming others without benefiting themselves."
"What's the point of moving it away? They're not members of the five races, so they can't nurture the fruits."
"Who knows what these bastards are thinking? Maybe they're out of their minds."
"Damn it, these people aren't humans. They're gluttons. They eat everything and move everything."
The guards were so angry that smoke was coming out of their noses. Their hearts were like volcanoes that were about to erupt. When they saw Xia Ping, their eyes were filled with flames of anger. They had never felt this way in their lives.
They really wanted to tear Xia Ping, the culprit, into pieces. Even the divine tree was taken away. What else couldn't he take away? A bunch of bandits!
Xia Ping shrugged and said, "I really didn't do it. You guys won't believe me even if I tell you the truth. What can I do?"
"If you don't believe me, come and beat me to death."
He looked like he was asking for a beating.
"Damn it, this human is too arrogant. I really want to go up and kill him with a punch."
Seeing Xia Ping's appearance, the group of guards were so angry that they stomped their feet. They had never seen such an arrogant enemy. His face made it seem as if others owed him millions.
"Wait until I catch you and torture you for three days and three nights. Let's see if you still dare to talk to me with this attitude." The patriarch of the Drought Demon Race, Han Ge, was so angry that he laughed. With a boom, he instantly made a move.
Immediately, a fist print condensed from black flames appeared in mid-air. It contained terrifying power. The surrounding air was pushed away, forming a vacuum zone.
"This is a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator?!"
Xia Ping's pupils contracted. He immediately felt the horror of this punch. It almost sealed the sky and locked the earth. It completely locked the qi on his body. Although it was just a punch, it was like facing the pressure of heaven and earth.
Moreover, this wasn't Gang Qi, but a terrifying fist print condensed from magic power. The attack power increased by more than ten times. Compared to a grandmaster, it was simply incomparable.
This punch smashed on Xia Ping's body. In an instant, the Dark North Body Protection Technique on his body circulated, forming a Gang Qi energy shield like a black hole.
Dong!
The air vibrated for thousands of times, and there was a terrifying explosive force. It passed through the layers of Gang Qi shield and directly penetrated into Xia Ping's lungs.
"So powerful!"
Xia Ping's body was beaten back again and again. He slid across the ground for hundreds of meters, and an astonishing deep ravine appeared on the ground. The soil splashed everywhere, and the scene was shocking.
With a puff, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of extravasated blood.
At this moment, the fire of life in Xia Ping's body was burning like a fire dragon, swimming around the meridians. Suddenly, a wave of life energy spread and quickly repaired the damaged parts.
In just a few breaths, his internal injuries were quickly repaired, but on the surface, it looked very scary. The blood stained his clothes and dyed it red.
Some of the blood dripped on the ground and immediately burned. With a sizzling sound, it corroded a small hole. This blood contained the essence of the flame and had an extremely high temperature.
"Impossible, he actually didn't die?!"
Seeing that Xia Ping just spat out a mouthful of blood and didn't fall to the ground, the patriarch of the Drought Demon Race, Han Ge, couldn't help but widen his eyes. He couldn't believe what he saw.
He was a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator who had opened up the Purple Mansion and condensed magic power. He was above the grandmaster.
An ordinary grandmaster could be smashed into meat sauce with one punch.
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