"What kind of treasure is this? It can suppress our cultivation?!"
The Artifact Refinement Realm cultivator Feng San and the others were shocked, their eyes flickering. This was the first time they had encountered such a mystical treasure, and their martial realm rapidly fell to the Transcendent Realm.
"Not a bad treasure."
Qian Shan licked his lips, his eyes filled with cruelty, "It's just a supreme treasure. It hasn't even nurtured a spirit, yet it can display the Equalization Domain. How mysterious."
"If it nurtures, it might become a spiritual or even a high-tier one."
"Is this what you're relying on?!"
He greedily stared at the treasures on Xia Ping. If he killed Xia Ping this time, then all the treasures Xia Ping got from the auction would be his.
Other than that, he could also get his hands on many treasures. After all, Xia Ping was from a big clan. He must have many secret treasures on him.
And these things would soon belong to him, Qian Shan.
"However, no matter how wondrous this treasure may be, capable of suppressing our cultivation bases, it is still just a peerless Prized artefact. It cannot level up to the Spirit tier. Thus, its power is not that great. At best, it can suppress us for a quarter of an hour."
Qian Shan looked at Xia Ping in disdain. "You want to escape with just a quarter of an hour? That's impossible. Surrender now. You have no chance. "
He didn't care about Xia Ping's petty tricks at all.
The other Qian Clan's subordinates, including the few refinement level cultivators, did the same. So what if they suppressed their cultivation to the same level? They had the advantage in numbers and could easily kill this kid.
Plus, they had trained for hundreds or even thousands of years. They had experienced countless battles and had rich combat experience. Even if they were on the same level, they could easily defeat their opponents.
In other words, this kid was doing useless things.
"Escape to the heavens? There's no need, because you're all going to die here today. "
Horrifying Qi surged from Xia Ping's body. Behind him, a bird appeared. It was the Golden Crow of Hell. It flew across the universe, shining with golden light and piercing through the void.
The Qian Clan's servants immediately felt like they were carrying a mountain on their backs. Like the Monkey Sun, they were almost pressed to the ground.
Even the ground seemed to be unable to withstand this terrifying gravity and immediately shattered. Dozens of cracks appeared and extended for thousands of meters, emitting cracking sounds.
What?!
With a bang, Qian Shan knelt on the ground with both knees pressed heavily against the ground. Every single bone in his body was shattered and densely packed cracks appeared on his body. Intense pain surged through his body.
He was inexplicably shocked. After all, he was a divine-tier mid-stage cultivator and a direct descendant of the Qian family. Not only did he cultivate a saint-tier technique, but he also frequently consumed all sorts of precious spirit medicines.
His battle prowess wasn't invincible among his peers, but it was hard to find a worthy opponent.
But facing this pressure, he actually couldn't withstand it and was directly pressed to the ground, kneeling in front of this brat as if he was kowtowing to his ancestor. He suffered great humiliation.
"Kill him! Immediately kill this brat and tear his corpse into ten thousand pieces!"
Qian Shan roared. He did not want this brat to live any longer. He wanted to destroy his Human Dao immediately. Only then would the hatred in his heart disappear.
"Kill!"
Hearing this, the Treasure-tier cultivator Feng San immediately acted because he also felt great danger from Xia Ping's physique. It seemed that if this continued, they would definitely die.
Holding the inferior-tier spirit weapon, Black Light Blade, he attacked Xia Ping.
Martial path mystique — Thousand Blades!
In an instant, thousands of layers of black blade qi erupted from Feng San's body, interweaving into an inescapable net. It immediately enveloped Xia Ping and rapidly contracted.
Once the inescapable net finished contracting, Xia Ping, who was in the center, would definitely be cut into pieces.
Once Feng San used this martial path mystique — Thousand Blades — with just one move, he covered a small town with a population of 100,000 and slaughtered it instantly, leaving no one alive.
However, this move was nothing to Xia Ping.
Xia Ping suddenly punched out, like the roar of a golden crow from hell, a punch that blasted out from the depths of the endless hell. It contained scorching flames that wanted to burn everything in the world to ashes.
Dong!
With just a single strike, the Inescapable Net instantly collapsed and was burnt to ashes by the terrifying flames, completely disintegrating. Even the fist force was transmitted to Feng San's body.
"How can this be? How can his power be so terrifying?! "
Feng San originally underestimated Xia Ping, thinking that with just one move, he could cut this disciple of a big family into countless pieces and kill him instantly.
But the battle situation changed too quickly. The other party only needed one punch to defeat his martial path mystique — Thousand Blades. Even the punch penetrated the void and directly reached his body.
Boom!
Immediately, Feng San could not resist the punch and was hit in the chest by the punch. Even though he was a treasure refining realm cultivator, he had smelted the formation of heaven and earth into his spiritual power and had a strong vitality.
But being hit by this punch still made him inexplicably horrified, because it contained the power of the Mystical Flame. Once it entered his lungs, it immediately spread everywhere, using spiritual power as fuel, and his whole body was burning.
"Ah ah ah!!!"
Feng San could not help but let out a shrill scream. It was more painful than being kicked in the balls. It was as if a bucket of gasoline had been poured on his body and burned. Every inch of skin and every inch of muscle had the pain of being burned.
Within a breath's time, his entire body had turned into a flaming man. He fell to the ground, screaming and twitching. But because of the Treasure Refining Golden Dan's strong vitality, he could not die in a short amount of time.
He could not die for the time being, and he could not live either. This kind of pain was worse than death.
"I hate, I hate!"
Feng San screamed into the sky, extremely regretful. If he had acted quickly and did not give Xia Ping the chance to use the Dragon Trapping Rod, with his strength of the treasure refining realm, killing a playboy would be as easy as killing a chicken.
But with the Dragon Trapping Rod suppressing his cultivation, he could not use his full strength. He was only left with the strength of the god realm.
The result was not hard to imagine. He was instantly beaten into a dead dog by Xia Ping and was on the verge of death.
But no matter how much he hated and how unwilling he was, he could not change his fate of death.
"Brother Feng San!"
The other two treasure refining realm cultivators shouted. They did not think that after just one attack, Feng San would end up like this. It was as if he was about to be burned alive.
"Dammit, what did you do to Brother Feng San? Stop right now! Do you believe that we won't kill your entire clan, your parents, your family, and your friends!" A Treasure Refinement Realm cultivator threatened to slaughter Xia Ping's entire clan and all of his friends and family.
"Go on your way. You will all die."
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