Passerby 1: “Xia Ping!!!! You robbed my martial arts, snatched my immortality and even took my fiancee bastard, you and I aren’t over.” Passerby 2: ”He’s martial arts scum.” Passerby 3: “Demon! Ugh, even childrens’ lollipop weren’t spared. ” Martial artists of Yan Huang couldn’t help but dream about breaking Xia Ping bones into a million pieces and drink his blood. Xia Ping stroking his chin: ”System with so many hate points, which holy immortal or peerless martial arts, or heavenly artifacts should I choose.”
