"That damned beast has killed yet another Golden Core!"
Rong Hang was so angry that he was about to go berserk. His eyes were bloodshot and he wanted nothing more than to kill Xia Ping immediately.
When he saw the Blackheaven Sect disciples dying in Xia Ping's hands one after another, he was filled with endless sorrow.
Even though Xia Ping had displayed domineering strength, they still had eight Golden Cores on their side. With their numbers advantage, they still had a chance to get rid of that damned Indigenous Being.
"Little bastard, I'll take your life! Supreme Void Sword! "
Rong Hang roared in anger. He pulled out a treasure sword and executed a sword dao divine art. The sword qi was invisible and entered the void, producing a terrifying power of the void.
The power of that sword was extremely terrifying. Even a middle-grade defensive spirit weapon would not be able to withstand that shocking sword and would be sliced into two instantly.
The moment he attacked, he displayed the terrifying strength of a mid-stage Golden Core that far surpassed the other Golden Cores.
"Don't be afraid of that Indigenous Being. Two fists can't fight against four hands. Everyone, let's attack together and kill that lad. Tyrant Dragon Heaven Saber!"
Seeing Rong Hang attack, a Golden Core of the Blackheaven Sect did not want to be outdone. He wielded a golden saber and slashed towards Xia Ping violently, as though a tyrant dragon was born.
That slash gathered a terrifying saber qi. In the depths of the saber qi, golden runes trembled and formed a sawtooth shape, as though they could split the sky into two and contained extreme destructive power.
"Heaven-devouring Cloud Tiger Force!"
A Golden Core released a supreme ultimate skill. Clouds shrouded his body, transforming into a divine tiger that devoured the heavens and earth. It was as though the clouds within a radius of a thousand miles were devoured completely.
With his body as the center, a terrifying devouring power was produced, forming a black vortex that seemed as though it was going to devour Xia Ping's entire body. The air was constantly distorted.
"Golden Spear Cavalry!"
A Golden Core charged over from the other side with a long spear in his hand. His body was filled with an iron-blooded aura as though a huge army was charging over. It was as though he was a peerless general that was taking the head of the enemy general from the army.
His spear stabbed over like a black bolt of lightning, locking onto Xia Ping's aura.
"Go to hell, native! Mortal Myriad Rod!"
Another Golden Core hollered angrily. He held a long black rod in his hand and swung it over, causing the world to shake. A gigantic painting shrouded over like the descent of the mortal world. The world crushed and was boundlessly terrifying.
…
The remaining eight Golden Cores went berserk and unleashed their strongest divine powers, crushing down from all directions. One after another, divine powers of the martial path appeared, breaking through the ages and shattering the stars.
Every single martial path divine ability possessed an unfathomable aura, their auras terrifying. Planets trembled, endless magical power streams converged together, condensing into a long river that traversed through time and space, causing the heavens to collapse and the earth to crack, the land to sink, and the sky to shatter.
In order to kill Xia Ping, they had gone all out and almost burned every trace of magical power in the depths of their Gold Cores.
Rumble ~ ~
In the blink of an eye, Xia Ping pulled out the Hell's Spear, which caused everything to shake violently. The aura of hell spread out, and the Hell Portal appeared behind him.
One after another, Hell Spirit Formations appeared beneath his feet. It was as though the power of countless ghosts and gods from the depths of hell was supporting it, channeling it over from the distant space.
Hell's Demon Suppression Spear's second stance, Massacre!
Without hesitation, Xia Ping used the second stance of the Hell's Demon Suppression Spear that he had just comprehended. The moment the spear stabbed out, the heavens and earth split apart, as though it had pierced through space and formed a black hole.
In midair, the spear stabbed over, leaving a mark in the void, creating a series of black trails. It was like a chasm that tore the void apart, producing a terrifying might.
Right now, in the depths of the void, a series of hellish auras spread out. Hell's runes appeared one after another, condensing into black trails one after another. Densely packed, they formed a web of death, as though the King of Hades had appeared and was harvesting souls.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
All the attacks of the eight Golden Cores entered the black trails, disappearing into nothingness instantly, as though they were wiped out with ease and turned into dust.
That was right, this was the terror of the second stance of the Hell's Demon Suppression Spear. It wasn't about cutting, but about wiping!
Once it struck, the enemy would be reduced to an atomic state and turned into dust. Even their souls would vanish and cease to exist. This was a true massacre where not a single trace would be left behind in this world.
"Damn it, what kind of mystic power is that?"
Rong Hang's expression froze as he glared at Xia Ping.
"Darkness, ancient, terrifying, deep and murderous. This is a mystic power of the fiend dao, but I've never heard of it before." Another Golden Core shuddered and his hairs stood on end. He could feel the power of death contained in the spear that was chilling.
"Just what is the background of this lad? Why would he appear in this place? "
"This is the Fog Galaxy, a strange place that even Sages wouldn't dare to enter. There might be an ancient faction in this galaxy."
"We can't continue fighting or we'll all die here."
"Return immediately and get the elders of the sect to squash this Indigenous Being to death."
Rong Hang and the others felt their hairs stand on end. They finally felt that they had offended a powerful enemy that they could not afford to offend. Even the combined forces of eight Golden Cores were not a match for this young man.
If they were to continue fighting, they would definitely die.
The Golden Cores of the Mystic Heaven Sect began to think about escaping. There was no need for them to stay here and wait for death.
Once the elders of the sect arrived, it would be a piece of cake for them to squash this True Fire Indigenous Being to death.
"What mystic power is that? Why don't you guys go to hell and ask? "
In the blink of an eye, Xia Ping struck once again with his spear. Countless black Hell runes swam like dragons, dancing wildly in midair, twisting and twisting.
Beams of black light shot out one after another, as though they were going to slice the world into countless pieces.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Immediately, the five Golden Cores in front could not dodge in time and were struck by the black light. Just like that, their bodies were easily sliced into two.
The terrifying power of hell exploded from within their bodies, exploding inch by inch. Before they could even scream, their bodies exploded and turned into a mist of blood.
They were left with five Golden Cores floating in midair, emitting a faint golden glow.
"Bastard!"
"Run, we can't stay here."
"When the elders arrive, we'll kill this Indigenous Being and take our revenge."
The pupils of Rong Hang and the other two Golden Cores constricted. They were scared out of their wits. Five Golden Cores were killed just like that and they could not even self-destruct their Golden Cores. It was simply too terrifying.
Although they could kill this Indigenous Being by self-destructing their Golden Cores, the problem was that they were Golden Cores of the Mystic Heaven Sect and had a bright future ahead of them. Who would be willing to commit suicide unless they were in a desperate situation?
Swoosh! Swoosh!
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