Chapter 1920

"This is good..."

Wang Dun waved his hand: "Like this, I and Junior Brother He, the two of us, will go ahead to check!"

"Han Houshi, you stay on the ship to protect Xin Baobao and the others!"

He Pingsheng still felt uneasy, saying: "Baobao, deploy all the formations, under no circumstances close the ship's defensive formation, and if you cannot rely on it, patrol here!"

"If any unknown accident occurs, immediately sail the ship away, no need to wait for me and your Master Uncle!"

Xin Baobao said: "Master, you must be extra careful!"

Wang Dun and He Pingsheng flew down from the divine vessel.

Soon after, Bai Xingjian also flew out.

"Yo..." Wang Dun looked at Bai Xingjian: "Old Glass, why did you come too? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Damn it!" Bai Xingjian's face turned red with anger: "Wang Dun... you are truly too rude, I am not glass, not glass, not glass... I'll say it again, I am not glass!"

"You dare not insult me!"

Wang Dun smiled silently and continued flying forward.

Bai Xingjian angrily said: "What does not speaking mean?"

"Damn it, it's really not what you think!"

The two cursed and bickered, drawing ever closer to the abrupt lone mountain ahead.

"There... there there there..."

"Junior brother, do you see..."

Getting closer, Wang Dun's Divine Sense swept through the void, saw the situation ahead, and hurriedly communicated with He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng also became excited.

He also saw it.

At the foot of the lone mountain, in a certain place stood a male cultivator with a strange appearance, and behind this young man, seven 【Four Gates of Hell】 had grown.

This was He Pingsheng's first time seeing the true Four Gates of Hell with his own eyes.

As its name suggests, the Four Gates of Hell has four thick leaves, the leaves are black, fleshy, with dense wrinkles on them.

This thing has no stem, just growing four abrupt thick leaves on the ground, at first glance resembling black, plump wood ears.

Each leaf is about a chi in length.

The four leaves are layered, wrapped around each other, you in me, me in you.

Behind the black leaves, there are also some fine purple-red veins, looking extremely strange.

Although it's the first time seeing it, He Pingsheng knows this is the genuine, real Four Gates of Hell.

Not only that, but there are actually seven of them.

After a few breaths, the three landed among countless people.

Now even closer, He Pingsheng saw even more clearly.

About a hundred zhang in front of the seven Four Gates of Hell, a person stood obliquely.

His cultivation is not high, only the twelfth layer of the Divine Sovereign Realm, not yet reaching the Divine Spirit Realm.

Yet, this very person, with one hand holding a black long sword, blocked the path of thousands of cultivators ahead.

Beside him, front and back, lay about twenty or more corpses.

Some belonged to the human race, some to the demon race.

All kinds!

He Pingsheng's heart was shocked: Good fellow, another existence capable of killing across realms?

After all, half of those lying on the ground are Divine Spirit Realm cultivators.

Looking again at this man, He Pingsheng grew more startled the more he looked.

Black lips!

This is the most striking feature on the man's face.

This guy's lips are not only black, but enormous, on that round, plump, large face, as if a long black slit had been cut, both sides almost extending to the earlobes.

Just one look gives a strange feeling.

Moreover, this fellow has a huge head, but his body is extremely thin and weak, dressed in a black outfit.

At this moment, he grips a black broadsword in his right hand, the sword's tip touching the ground, he simply leans his frail body against the hilt at an angle.

Looking extremely strange in style.

"Who is this, so awesome?" Wang Dun muttered to himself.

This voice was not loud, but it also caught the attention of the strange youth, who glanced at Wang Dun intentionally or not, and said: "This Young Master says again, the Four Gates of Hell here are not yet mature!"

"Anyone who dares to approach will die!"

Wang Dun asked: "How much longer until maturity?"

The strange youth said nothing, but someone beside him said: "Still need one or two years!"

Wang Dun turned his head, looked at the speaker, and clasped his hands: "This fellow Daoist... this brat is only a mere twelfth layer of the Divine Sovereign Realm, how can he block everyone?"

"Hehehe..." that person coldly laughed: "Mere?"

"Your Excellency seems even worse than this mere one?"

Indeed, Wang Dun's cultivation is lower than that of the strange youth.

"This person is the peerless genius of the Tianhe Divine Kingdom, named 【Fish Yingxian】, recognized as the number one genius of the Divine Realm throughout history!"

"Hey!" Upon hearing the words "number one genius of the Divine Realm throughout history," Wang Dun's eyes instantly brightened: "Fish Yingxian, right... this guy has a big mouth!"

"Looking so strange, is he human?"

That person, however, solemnly said: "He is a pure-blooded human, absolutely no mistake!"

"Old brother..." Wang Dun looked at He Pingsheng, his eyes full of fighting spirit: "I'll go take on that big-mouth fish, you wait here for your chance to act!"

"If I crush him, you go over and seize those seven stalks of four-panel hell while you have the chance!"

"Don't bother with those meaningless moral rules!"

"Remember this: this thing isn't actually the big-mouth fish's!"

"Whoever gets it owns it!"

"Good!" He Pingsheng nodded, watching Wang Dun walk out of the crowd, unable to help touching his own nose: What made Senior Brother Wang think I... am very moral?

Wang Dun took a few steps out of the crowd and arrived before the fish Yingxian.

"Brother!" Wang Dun had already gripped the black long spear in his hand, he jerked his chin at Yingxian and said: "You're already at the twelfth layer of Divine Sovereign Realm—what use is this thing to you?"

"You're still standing here guarding it—truly makes people find it unbelievable!"

Yingxian gave Wang Dun a cold glance, then couldn't be bothered to respond, directly ignoring him.

"Hey... you damn talented bastard..." Wang Dun was rendered speechless by this ignoring: "Now, I'm going to take one stalk!"

"Got any objections?"

Yingxian said: "This Young Master has already said it—these four-panel hell plants here aren't mature yet!"

"If you want them, wait until they mature before speaking!"

"None of your business!" Wang Dun strode forward boldly two more steps, staring at Yingxian and said: "I just like immature ones—do you need to mind?"

"Now, I'm going in to harvest one immature four-panel hell stalk—are you letting me or not?"

Swish...

At this very moment, countless eyes focused on Wang Dun.

"Holy shit..."

"This guy is practically courting death!"

"Exactly... Young Master Ying can easily slay Divine Spirit Realm cultivators—he's a peerless genius, while this guy is only sixth layer of Divine Sovereign Realm—how dare he spout such nonsense?"

"Zzz... thinking he can challenge above his level, yet he ran into Young Master Ying—this guy's life is over!"

"This black-faced guy really has no brains!"