But this is just the beginning.
At this time, the grandmaster with the giant axe came down from the sky with amazing momentum. It seems that this area has turned into a vacuum zone, and even the earth has been pressed down by such a strong wind by several centimeters.
Xia Ping didn't even look at it. He stretched out his left hand and ran the aura in his body. At this moment, his left hand seemed to turn into the claw of the Golden Crow of Hell, showing a pale golden color.
Dong!
It was this claw that immediately caught hold of the giant axe and forcefully resisted it just like that.
The tyrannical force broke out, like a flood, and the ground where Xia Ping was was immediately shaken out a huge pit with a diameter of tens of meters, and the soil splashed.
But Xia Ping was still unmoved, standing where he was, unharmed, and these tyrannical forces were absorbed by Darknorth's body protection technique, transferred, and scattered on the ground.
"Impossible!"
The grandmaster with the giant axe completely collapsed: "why are you not dead yet, why are you not dead yet? Under my Heaven Splitting Axe, no one should be able to survive. "
"Even a monster will be split in half by my giant axe, but now you are still alive. Illusion, this is definitely an illusion. What kind of camouflage did you use!"
He couldn't accept it at all, and his self-confidence completely collapsed.
Originally, he was extremely confident in his axe and thought that no one could match it. Even Wang Tong, the strongest here, didn't think he was much stronger than himself.
But now there was a monster, Xia Ping, who didn't do anything. He caught his giant axe with his bare hands and was unscathed.
This is simply a blatant mockery of him. This is denying his path to the grandmaster.
If his axe has no effect on the enemy, then what is the point of practicing martial arts and cultivating!
"Stupid!"
Xia Ping didn't even bother to talk nonsense with this grandmaster with a brain full of muscles. The void is a bucket, and the Spear of Hell in his right hand pierced through his body on the spot.
He ran the aura a little and immediately shook the axe grandmaster into a ball of meat sauce and into pieces.
"Not good, this Xia thief is too strong."
"Not an opponent, not an opponent at all."
"The grandmaster is as fragile as a baby in his hands."
"This is the champion of the genius battle, this is the monster with the aptitude of the invincible king. How can he be so strong? Was he still human? Even a Divine Beast can't compare. "
"Before this, I thought that I wasn't that far off from these monsters, and that there was still a chance for me to compete with them. But now, it seems like there's no point in competing. One person killing a whole group of us, how can we compete?"
"Let's run. If we continue to stay here, we'll definitely die."
After consecutively killing several Grandmasters, the Wang Clan disciples came to their senses. Their anger subsided and was replaced by fear, terror, and deep regret.
Why was he so foolish to offend such a monster? Wasn't that courting death?
If they were able to kill their opponents, perhaps they would be filled with rage and chop their opponents into pieces. However, their opponents' strength was not something they could match.
Even if they charged forward, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths. They had used all their strength in an attack, yet the other party was completely unscathed. How could they have the courage to do so?
"Kill!"
Xia Ping rushed forward. His whole body was covered with astral energy, and like a cannonball, he rushed into the crowd. He was simply like a speeding tank, sweeping everything in his way.
These Wang Clan disciples were no different from ordinary people without any resistance. They were all sent flying and exploded in mid-air. Their deaths were extremely miserable.
He crushed all the Wang Clan disciples who stood in his way. He was invincible, and in the end, no one could stop him. He arrived in front of Wang Rulong just like that.
Corpses fell to the ground one after another. Blood flowed everywhere, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell.
At this moment, Wang Rulong was completely petrified. The Grandmasters who had been protecting him had all died. Now, there was no one left to protect him. Even if there were still Grandmasters alive, after seeing Xia Ping's ferocity, who would dare to attack?
He knelt on the ground, paralyzed with fear and trembling all over.
Even his uncle, Wang Tong, had a gloomy expression at this moment. His eyes were filled with fear as he weighed the pros and cons.
"Save me, hurry up and save me. I'm a direct descendant of the Wang Clan. You pieces of trash, hurry up and save me. Come and save me. What are you waiting for?"
Wang Rulong was extremely frightened. His face was pale as he let out an angry roar. He shouted at the Wang Clan disciples in the distance, hoping that they could come and save him and kill this ferocious monster.
But at this moment, no one dared to move, and no one dared to come forward.
It wasn't that no one came forward previously. There were brave people, but they were all dead. They were stabbed to death by Xia Ping's spear without mercy. It seemed that no matter how much courage they had, it was incomparably laughable in front of this ferocious monster.
Even the Grandmasters who came forward were all dead. They were completely killed by this ferocious monster. Who else would dare to come forward?
"Save you? Who else can save you now? If I want to kill you, who dares to stop me? " Xia Ping looked down at Wang Rulong from above. He looked at him calmly, as if he was looking at an ant.
Being looked at like this, high and mighty, like a god. As a direct descendant of the Wang Clan, how could Wang Rulong bear such a gaze? He was the descendant of a king, how could he be an ant?
But this man was too terrifying. He had killed so many Wang Clan disciples that even the Grandmasters did not dare to come forward to save him. They could only stand at a distance and watch him die.
Such unparalleled ferocity made countless people tremble.
"Xia Ping, go to hell, go to hell. You want to kill me? It's not that easy, not that easy!" Wang Rulong was going crazy. He took out the energy gun in his hand and fired wildly at Xia Ping.
This was the only weapon he had that could kill a Grandmaster, and it was also his only hope.
"Fool!"
Xia Ping's figure flashed. Under the Mind Scan, no movement could be hidden.
This energy gun was powerful, but no matter how powerful it was, the trigger had to be pulled and the muzzle had to be aimed.
As long as these movements existed, there would be a moment of delay. In front of a Grandmaster, this kind of delay was a fatal flaw.
With a whoosh, he used the Kun Peng Steps and a pair of wings grew on his back. Without a sound, he appeared behind Wang Rulong in an instant.
"No!"
Wang Rulong was scared half to death. He was extremely terrified and wanted to turn around and shoot Xia Ping.
Xia Ping did not even look at him. He slammed his palm through the air and hit Wang Rulong's head ruthlessly.
Dong!
This palm strike was extremely powerful and contained a terrifying force. Wang Rulong's head exploded like a balloon, and his flesh splattered everywhere.
This force even spread to his entire body. His entire body could not withstand it and was shaken into a pile of meat paste.
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