Summary
The countless martial artists were gnashing their teeth at Xia Ping, wanting to bury him in the ground. Xia Ping, in response to the hatred of so many people, calmly pulled forth the “Super hatred System” interface and looked at the various goodies on it, rubbing his chin: “I’ve accumulated so many values, I don’t know whether to exchange for the Sacred Pill Chaos Pill, or the supreme martial art Rulai Palm, or the divine weapon Qiankun Cauldron, what a worry. “