"Not bad, you're much more pleasing to the eye now. Much more handsome, nice hairstyles."
Xia Ping clapped his hands, very satisfied with his haircutting skills.
Pleasing my ass! What kind of bullsh * t aesthetic sense was this?!
He even said this was a nice hairstyle. He was already bald, yet he still had an egg-shaped hairstyle.
The warriors of the Peacock Race all stared at Xia Ping with murderous eyes. The hatred in their hearts couldn't be washed away even by three rivers. They would definitely take revenge for shaving their heads in the future.
But now, they didn't even have the strength to move. Tears flowed from the corners of their eyes as if they had been raped. There was nothing more sorrowful than a dead heart.
"Let's go."
After doing these things, Xia Ping was very satisfied. He conveniently plundered all the treasures on these elite warriors and quickly left this place with Tu Linglong and Qing Luan.
After all, he couldn't stay here for too long. Otherwise, the Nine-headed Bird Race, Elephant Race, and other races would definitely chase after him. At that time, it wouldn't be so easy to escape.
"Why didn't you kill that group of enemies? If they escaped, I'm afraid they would attract more enemies. " Qing Luan asked in confusion. She didn't believe that this human was the kind of person who would be ruthless when it was time to act. But this matter was full of strangeness.
"What's the point of killing them? Living is the greatest benefit."
Xia Ping smiled slightly. The reason why he did this was to gain hatred. If he killed them, who would bring him hatred? Wouldn't it be useless?
"Forget it. I don't know what you're planning."
Qing Luan didn't want to continue pursuing this matter. She said, "But there are still many spies around, secretly following us. It's not so easy to get rid of them."
"It doesn't matter. Before, it was just to lure the snake out of the hole, so they easily followed us. I have a secret treasure on me that can hide our aura. No one can find it."
Xia Ping said lightly. His Non-Phase Mask not only had an effect on himself, but it could even divide a part of its power to help the people around him hide their aura.
He believed that once the power of the Non-Phase Mask was activated, no matter how powerful the perception of those spies were, they wouldn't be able to find his whereabouts.
Whoosh!
In the next second, Xia Ping immediately made his move. He circulated the power of the Formless Mask, and a mysterious and profound energy surged out, instantly enveloping himself, Tu Linglong, and the Blue Luan.
Then, they disappeared on the spot. The surrounding scouts were all shocked. No matter how they searched, they couldn't find any trace of Xia Ping and the others. It was as if they had disappeared from this world. It was unbelievable.
…
An hour later, a group of auras flew over from the distance. They seemed to be from the same faction, and they were all elders from the various races.
The reason why they had come here was because this group of elders had received news that their clan's juniors were in danger, so they had hurried over to protect them.
"Who is it? Which bastard dares to hurt my grandson? "
"Come out immediately and accept your death. No mercy."
"Set up a formation to seal the area and seal the murderer. No one will be able to escape!"
One by one, the elders rushed over fiercely. After receiving the news that their clan's geniuses were in danger, they were burning with anxiety and rushed over without stopping. Finally, they arrived.
After all, these geniuses were the future of their race. If they died now, it would be an unbearable loss, and they didn't know how long it would take to make up for it.
They quickly arrived at the place where Xia Ping and the other geniuses were fighting.
"Oh? What's going on? Where are the geniuses of my Peacock Race? Where did they go? Could they have been killed by that vicious monk, Wu Wudi? " The Peacock Race's elder arrived and looked around, but he couldn't find the geniuses of the Peacock Race.
"Ahhh, my poor grandson, I didn't expect you to be killed by that vicious monk just like that. Don't worry, grandpa will definitely avenge you and kill that demonic monk."
Another Peacock Race's elder shouted in grief and indignation. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die, and tears streamed down his face. He thought that all his grandsons were dead, killed by Wu Wudi, and not a single one was left alive.
"Grandpa, I, I'm not dead yet."
At this moment, a weak voice was heard.
"Go away, don't call me grandpa. Who's your grandpa? Don't randomly call people relatives. You vulture, don't think that just because you sound like my grandson, Kong Zhi, I'll treat you nicely. " The Peacock Race's elder sneered, revealing a look of disgust. As a noble peacock, he looked down on bald creatures like vultures. They were dirty and despicable.
"No, grandpa, I'm Kong Zhi. Look at me carefully, I'm Kong Zhi. Why can't you recognize me?" Kong Zhi was crying. "If you don't believe me, I can use the Peacock Race's mystique."
He activated the Vermillion Bird's demonic power in his body.
"What? You're really Kong Zhi? What's going on? "
Feeling that familiar bloodline aura, the Peacock Race's elder finally believed that this hairless fellow was his grandson. But what was going on? Why were there no feathers? Could this be the art of young people nowadays? But wasn't it a little too avant-garde?
"Grandpa, it's all because of that goddamn, shameless Wu Wudi. That bastard harmed others and himself. He wanted to take revenge on society because he was bald. He made us all bald, so he stripped us of all our hair."
Kong Zhi cried. "Grandpa, you have to take revenge for me. If this guy doesn't die, the world won't be at peace. Who knows how many people will be killed by him? His goal is to make the world bald. He's the scourge of the universe. If I meet that bastard, I might go bald too. He'll pluck all my feathers. "
What?!
Hearing this, the Peacock Race's elder's face turned green.
"Yes, Elder, take revenge for us."
"My Antelope race is proud of our white fur. It's the symbol of our race. Now that it's all been plucked by him, he said that he'll use it to make wool clothes. In the future, he'll come back to cut it. This enmity is irreconcilable."
"Ao ao, Elder, my Fire Bear race's red fur is gone too. That bastard ripped it clean. He said that he doesn't like our long fur and that it's disgusting. My god, without fur, are we still bears? Can we still resist the cold? He's our Fire Bear race's greatest enemy. I must tear him apart. I won't rest until he's dead. "
"Elder, that Wu Wudi is inhumane. He's jealous of our fur. He's a psychopath. If he doesn't die, the Western Universe will never have peace."
"This is the baldy's revenge. He's accumulated resentment and hatred for a long time."
The prodigies of the various races finally recovered some of their strength. They leaped up from where they were and returned to the side of their respective race's elders, crying about their tragic experiences, hoping that the elders would help them take revenge.
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