Eagle Clan's Divine Art — Void Tearing Technique!
Seeing the huge black claws, countless cold rays of light shot toward them. Zuo Yuandong and the others were all shocked. All kinds of information about this famous Eagle Clan's Divine Art immediately flooded their minds.
This god art could be said to be the supreme killing art of the eagle race. It combined the bloodline god art of the eagle race demon king, space energy, metal energy, and so on. It tempered the sharp claws to an indestructible level.
Once it burst out, the claws were like divine weapons. Ordinary magic treasures were no match for them. With one swipe, the void was torn apart and the magic treasures shattered.
An ordinary planet would probably be torn into dozens of pieces by this claw. Even if one was wearing a defensive magic treasure, it would be useless. This cold light could even tear space apart. It was incomparably sharp.
By relying on this art of slaughter, the experts of the Eagle Clan slaughtered in all directions in the Central Universe, and they ran amok without fear. They became a clan that struck terror in the hearts of others. Wherever they appeared, rivers of blood would flow, and countless would die.
Now, more than twenty Eagle Demon Kings used this supreme Divine Art at the same time. The power that erupted was simply earth-shattering, unpredictable, and invincible.
"Oh no, Junior Brother Xia is in danger. Help him immediately."
Zuo Yangdong's face changed. He shouted and immediately called the other disciples of the Holy Land of Taichu to help Xia Ping.
Although this kid was a bit annoying, he was still a disciple of the Holy Land of Taichu and an elite of the human race. They could not let him die in the hands of the Demon Clan.
But before the disciples of the Holy Land of Taichu could do anything, Xia Ping suddenly made a move. He grabbed with his big hand, the void trembled, and endless magic power poured out from the depths of his body.
Suddenly, the magic power vibrated and quickly condensed into a dark golden spear. It was engraved with dense Hell runes, as if a supreme Hell scripture appeared in it, exuding a chaotic, noble, and unfathomable aura.
Bloodline Divine Art — Spear of the Nether God!
Xia Ping held the spear tightly and threw it at the group of Eagle Demon Kings like a god of the underworld. It tore the void, and there seemed to be the will of the god of the underworld descending.
Boom ~ ~ ~
Before the Infernal Deity Spear could even get close, dark golden power surged toward it like a tidal wave, shattering the frigid light and causing the claw to shatter into countless pieces. "You're right," Yang Qi said, shaking his head.
"How is this possible?!"
Many of the Demon Kings of the Eagle race could not believe their eyes. That was the supreme Killing Art that their Eagle race was proud of. But now, it was just a single strike, and their Killing Art was easily defeated.
In front of this energy, that invincible cold light was as fragile as a baby. It was as if it was not on the same level as this energy.
Xiu xiu xiu!!!
At the same time, the Infernal Deity Spear shot out one dark golden beam of light after another, filled with boundless killing intent and the will of the Infernal Deity. It was as if it could plunder the souls of all living beings.
"Not good, run!"
"We can't fight against this light. Retreat! Retreat!"
The expressions of the Eagle Demon Kings changed drastically. They could clearly sense how terrifying this dark golden light was. The sharpness contained within it was several times stronger than their Void Tearing Technique.
They weren't even close, but they felt as if their souls were being penetrated.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
They flapped their wings and their bodies flashed, wanting to fly far away. As the Eagle race, they had absolute confidence in their speed. Just in terms of speed, they were one of the top races.
But they had underestimated the power of the Spear of the Nether God. The speed of this dark golden light was simply too fast. It was so fast that they could not imagine it. It was like the speed of light.
"Ah!"
One of the Eagle race Demon Kings tried to fly away from the sky. But before he could fly a third of the distance, a dark golden light shot over and instantly pierced through his body. It was as if he was nailed in mid-air. Blood rained down on the ground. At the same time, he let out a shrill scream and died on the spot.
"No no no!!!"
Seeing this, some of the Eagle race Demon Kings widened their eyes. They tried to fly away from the ground and across the sky. But it was useless. A dark golden light fell from the sky.
In an instant, his entire body was pierced, and he was nailed to the ground. His entire body was torn apart, and a huge pit appeared in the ground.
"Let's go, let's go!"
There were also a few Eagle race Demon Kings who sensed that they were in trouble. They could not escape at all, so they tried to fight it head-on. They joined forces and used supreme magic.
But it was useless. Their defensive magic was as fragile as tofu. The cold light of the Spear of the Nether God easily pierced through them, and their entire bodies were torn apart.
Bang bang bang!!!
A few seconds later, more than twenty Eagle race Demon Kings were all killed. There was a pile of blood and pieces of the Eagle race Demon Kings' bodies on the ground. It was a scene of devastation.
"They're all dead?!"
Seeing this, Zuo Yangdong could not help but gasp. His eyes widened, and he looked at Xia Ping, who was calm and composed in mid-air, in disbelief.
He had heard of Xia Ping's reputation and knew that he was a thorn in the side of the Holy Land of Taichu. He beat up many inner sect disciples and made them not dare to go out.
But if he hadn't seen it, he would still be skeptical, wondering if it was an exaggeration. After all, the more rumors spread, the more ridiculous they became.
But now it was different. He saw Xia Ping's battle process with his own eyes, and it completely subverted his imagination. This kind of strength was probably many times more terrifying than the rumors.
"Freak, really freak. This is a disciple of the Holy Land of Taichu. How can he be so powerful? Is he still human?" Many adventurers were also frightened and couldn't help but swallow.
They had also heard that those who came from the Holy Land of Taichu were all monstrous and peerless geniuses, the kind that only appeared once in ten thousand years.
Even so, it was still too exaggerated. Those were all Demon Kings of the Thunder Tribulation Realm. Every single Demon King was an existence that wreaked havoc in the world. They were the overlords of a region and wreaked havoc everywhere.
But now, they were killed as if they were grass. Moreover, this kid was only at the peak of the Transcendence Realm. There was a big gap between them, but now it was like a father beating his son. Who was the real Thunder Tribulation Demon King?!
"Brother Xia has become more freakish."
Wei Liangsheng and the other geniuses from the Eastern Universe were also twitching. Even though they had seen the scene of Xia Ping's battle, they were still shocked by this scene.
No matter how many times they saw it, they still felt it was incredible.
Originally, they thought that after advancing to the Thunder Tribulation Realm, their cultivation would improve a lot, and they should have slightly shortened the gap between them and Xia Ping. Now, they felt that they had thought too much.
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