"This brat is dead meat."
Some of the Zhou Clan elites were sneering. They looked at Xia Ping as if they were looking at a
dead person. A mere Martial Master junior actually dared to offend a grandmaster so brazenly. He
simply did not know how to write the word 'death'.
It would only take a second for the Grandmaster to turn this brat into minced meat.
The difference between a Grandmaster and a Martial Master was too great. Even if one had a
Bejeweled Weapon, it would not be able to bridge the gap between the two.
"Kill me? You're not qualified to do so! " Xia Ping's expression was calm. He was not affected by
Zhou Bin's aura at all. He stood there calmly.
Boom!
At that moment, the air in the sky twisted and a huge spaceship appeared. This was Xia Ping's
private spaceship, the Radiant God.
It had used the system to hide in mid-air. Even a Grandmaster would not be able to detect its