Chapter 1952

"Alright, Great Uncle!"

Old Diao didn't hesitate either; he gazed up at the void and roared, "Everyone in position, activate the formation..."

Rumble—

The next moment, a deafening sound rang out.

Beneath He Pingsheng's feet, a golden light membrane flowing with endless runic patterns slowly closed, like an inverted bowl covering them, flashing with golden divine light under the sun's rays.

In the void, the Long clan's genius and Fu Bo both looked toward the light membrane at almost the same time.

"This is..." At this moment, the shock on Fu Bo's face could not be concealed: "Fifth grade?"

"Fifth grade?"

"Heavens, it's actually a fifth-grade defensive grand formation?"

He gaped, feeling that all this was somewhat unreal.

Fifth grade!

What concept?

That is to say, it can block the all-out strike of a mid-stage God Venerable Realm peak expert.

As long as the energy is sufficient, a God Venerable Realm expert absolutely cannot break the formation.

Outrageous!

Fu Bo remembered that the entire Tianfeng City didn't have a fifth-grade grand formation; even the City Lord's Mansion's defensive formation was only fourth grade.

Now a fifth-grade defensive formation had appeared here.

Then... one could well imagine, this so-called two-star clan, the He clan, absolutely would not be as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Either a mighty figure was hiding behind them, or this clan had a colossal backer behind it.

At this moment, Fu Bo felt he had been scared witless.

"Young Master... why not, reconsider?" Fu Bo transmitted his voice to Long Yutai: "This He clan is rather sinister!"

Long Yutai's heart was also thumping with a bad premonition.

But looking at He Pingsheng, he was merely a Divine Control Realm tenth layer fellow; then thinking of that black-clothed woman's peerless beauty, the greed on Long Yutai's face overcame the fear in his heart.

He let out a deep breath and said: "No matter!"

"Elder, rest assured, no matter how extraordinarily gifted a person is, could they possibly cross a major realm to defeat me?"

Fu Bo said: "That is indeed the reasoning, just afraid he has some heaven-defying spirit treasure!"

"Useless!" Long Yutai said: "High-grade divine artifacts are all driven by the power of laws; if purely using divine power, no matter how strong the divine artifact, it's useless!"

He Pingsheng looked at Long Yutai composedly and asked faintly: "Can we begin?"

Long Yutai's pupils contracted: "We can..."

He Pingsheng didn't waste words either, directly taking out the Hongmeng Zijin gloves and putting them on his left hand.

"Fourth-grade divine artifact?" Seeing the fourth-grade gloves on He Pingsheng's left hand, Long Yutai smiled and said: "So this is your trump card... You wouldn't think that relying on this broken fourth-grade divine artifact, you can fight across realms, would you!"

"What a pity!"

"The foundation of a great clan is not something you can imagine!"

"What you have, I also have!"

Hum—

A fluctuation spread.

A crimson sword suddenly appeared in Long Yutai's hand.

He Pingsheng took a look — fourth grade!

Good fellow, so it's also a fourth-grade divine artifact; just don't know whether your divine artifact also contains Hongmeng Purple Qi.

"We can begin..."

"I'll let you have three moves first!"

Long Yutai flicked the long sword in his hand, withdrawing into a defensive stance.

He wasn't being kind letting someone have three moves; he just wanted He Pingsheng to move first so he could seize the opportunity to act.

Too bad, he wouldn't know that He Pingsheng's first move would be a killing blow.

"Boom—"

He Pingsheng didn't waste words; he raised his left hand and a heavy palm strike blasted out.

The divine power in his glabella turned into a vast ocean and poured into the gloves, divine power and the gravity Dao law rules inside the gloves fusing together and blasting out.

In the void, an earth-yellow palm imprint a full thousand zhang in size appeared out of thin air, looking slow and leisurely as it pressed toward Long Yutai.

With one strike, it locked down space and time.

Long Yutai, situated at the center of the attack energy vortex, fundamentally had no possibility of escape.

"Not good..." Fu Bo roared: "This is the power of rules... Young Master, be careful..."

He knew the Seventeenth Young Master absolutely could not withstand the power of He Pingsheng's strike, so he directly made a move, wanting to dismantle He Pingsheng's attack.

Otherwise, the Seventeenth Young Master would perish.

Damn it!

What kind of freak is this, a mere Divine Control Realm able to wield the power of rules?

Scared witless!

Fu Bo was scared witless again.

"How dare you..." Behind He Pingsheng, Yusi casually waved a hand, and a rule flew out, trapping Fu Bo in place.

Rumble—

The earth-yellow giant palm ultimately still landed on Long Yutai's body.

Bang bang bang...

The protective shields propped open around Long Yutai's body shattered one by one.

In the end, the earth-yellow giant palm still struck his body.

However, this brat surprisingly didn't die; instead, he activated a secret technique and his trump cards, barely managing to keep his life.

"Open..." He Pingsheng raised his left hand for the second time.

Divine power and Dao arts were brewing.

"Surrender..." Seeing He Pingsheng's second strike coalescing, Long Yutai was so frightened he directly surrendered.

He knew he absolutely had no possibility of blocking He Pingsheng's second attack.

So he could only surrender.

"Sure thing..." He Pingsheng withdrew his divine ability, then waved at Yu Si: "Yu Si... have them come see me in the Grand Reception Hall!"

Finished speaking, He Pingsheng turned and left!

Rumble...

The Grade Five defensive grand array was closed again.

This thing cannot be kept open for long; otherwise, not only can the disciples maintaining the array not endure it, but the He Clan's divine power also cannot keep up.

Grade Five!

It can only be propped open during a crisis.

Soon, the two once again arrived at the He Clan's Reception Grand Hall.

This time, Daoist Fubo no longer had the detachment of the first time, and that Seventeenth Young Master also no longer had his former unruly arrogance.

He Pingsheng and Su Zhenzhen sat in the host seats.

Qiao Huizhu and Wen Buwan temporarily stood in the grand hall.

Long Yutai looked at these women, his gaze also becoming completely clear.

He Pingsheng slowly sipped a mouthful of tea.

Old Cao said: "Alright... the outcome is decided now, you Long Clan lost!"

"According to the previous wager, Daoist Fubo, you must hand over your God Slave Mark!"

"You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

"No!" Long Yutai was the first to refuse, saying: "Elder Fubo is our Long Clan's Chief Elder, you cannot keep him here!"

"Fellows, my apologies!" Fubo followed closely after, saying: "The Long Clan cannot do without me... As for today's matter, we can pay a certain price!"

Old Cao smiled: "I'm not negotiating with you!"

"You two, look here!" Old Cao pointed at Yu Si: "This one standing beside me is our Young Master's slave servant!"

"Her cultivation has already reached the God King Realm!"

"Whether you want to go back on your word, you two best think clearly!"

"Of course, if you feel our He Clan fears your Long Clan, suit yourself..."

Hiss hiss hiss...

Fubo sucked in a large breath of cold air: God... God King Realm?

Heavens!

Just now someone used the power of Laws to control this old man, could it be this woman?

Fubo was scared witless.

In just this less-than-one-incense-stick of time, he had already been scared witless three times.