"Ahahahaha--"
A burst of outrageous laughter echoed as Liu Ping wielded a long knife, cutting through the crowd seven times consecutively.
Wherever he went, there was no enemy capable of matching him.
The Purgatory Demon King that crawled out from the sacrificial array knelt on the ground, continuously writing "I was wrong, I shouldn't have been arrogant" with his own blood.
--Already on the seven-hundredth line.
Wu Xiaode stood to the side, arms crossed, watching silently.
Another Liu Ping stood next to him.
"Cheating them again?"
Wu Xiaode asked.
Liu Ping was drinking.
Unlike others who swallow their drinks with a glug-glug sound, he found that too slow; he picked up the bottle and took a strong swig, emptying the bottle in one go.
"Ah, you don't know--"
Liu Ping wiped the corner of his mouth, put down the empty bottle, and picked up another bottle to drink.
"Don't know what?" Wu Xiaode asked.
