Chapter 2063: Ship Shattered, Duel

The two sides were arguing fiercely, and their voices instantly attracted nearby people!

Hundreds of cultivators gathered around.

There were also staff members from the City Lord's Mansion.

Peng Xiuxiu had no fear, standing in the void with her arms crossed, coldly staring at He Pingsheng.

As people around pointed and whispered, she also felt embarrassed, yet she remained shameless, completely losing face and saying: "That's right, this ship number belongs to his He family, that's right, but the He family is a subordinate clan of our Peng family; I, a weak woman, temporarily borrowed it—what's wrong with that?"

"His ship number is empty!"

"I didn't say I wouldn't move it!"

"But after they arrived, they immediately started insulting me. I admit I took his ship number, but that doesn't mean I should be insulted just because I'm a woman, does it?"

"Now it's fine—he actually threatened to smash my treasure ship?"

"Just because I temporarily used your ship number, you want to smash my treasure ship?"

"How can you be so domineering?"

Unaware bystanders, hearing her say this, also split into two factions.

Some said it wasn't a big deal—just temporarily using a ship number; why not talk nicely? Why insult?

Others stood with He Pingsheng, believing the one who made the mistake should bear all responsibility.

He Pingsheng didn't bother arguing; he merely glanced briefly at the City Lord's Mansion staff and asked: "Senior, let me confirm—regarding this forcible occupation of a ship number, are you really not going to intervene?"

"Definitely not!" the City Lord's Mansion staff replied: "We only handle sales, not management!"

"Whatever happens between you, we pay no attention!"

"But one thing must be clear: fighting is prohibited in the city!"

"Whoever strikes first will inevitably be detained!"

He Pingsheng asked: "So if she's forcibly occupying my ship number now, I can't act?"

The City Lord's Mansion staff replied: "Acting against objects is not prohibited by the City Lord's Mansion!"

He Pingsheng had already asked them once before; now he asked again partly to confirm, partly to make a show.

With so many people present, words spoken become law—the City Lord's Mansion truly cannot intervene.

"Good!" He Pingsheng smiled and said: "Then it's good!"

Boom—

In the next moment, a huge earth-yellow palm condensed in the void.

The palm was exactly ten zhang in size, and then with a bang, it struck Peng Xiuxiu's small flying vessel squarely.

The flying vessel instantly shattered into pieces.

"You He—die!" Seeing this, Peng Xiuxiu flew into a rage.

"It's just a flying vessel—I don't care."

"After all, she's from the Peng family; she's the daughter of the Peng family's great elder."

"But He Pingsheng dragging her face through the dirt like this is something she cannot tolerate."

"However, the key point is, this is the City Lord's Mansion, in Xuanji City—Peng Xiuxiu also dares not act against He Pingsheng."

"He... you... good... good..."

"You're courting death!"

"Your He family is not far from extinction!"

"If you have the guts, never leave Xuanji City for your whole life—otherwise, I'll make you wish for life but not find it, wish for death but not get it!"

He Pingsheng smiled and did not respond.

Lao Cao's face was ashen: "I, Lao Cao, have never in my life seen such a shameless woman!"

Peng Xiuxiu said: "Lao Cao, we're both Divine Lords—do you dare fight me? I challenge you!"

"You?" Lao Cao pointed at Peng Xiuxiu, then at his own nose: "Challenge me?"

"Hah... hahaha..."

"I..."

"It's been many years since anyone challenged me!"

"I..."

At this moment, Lao Cao's expression was quite remarkable.

"Wait!" He Pingsheng saw Lao Cao looking like he wanted to act, stepped directly in front of him, and said: "Lao Cao is an elder of our He family—his status is very noble!"

"You want to challenge? Then challenge?"

"What are you thinking?"

"You want someone like you—morally filthy trash—to even think of challenging our He family's Lao Cao?"

He Pingsheng was truly afraid.

Afraid Lao Cao would be killed by the other side.

After all, Peng Xiuxiu is currently furious.

The key is, Lao Cao has only just entered the Divine Lord realm not long ago, while Peng Xiuxiu has already reached the eleventh layer of Divine Lord.

The gap is too great.

If Lao Cao were killed, would the He family not lose a capable assistant?

"Tch..." Peng Xiuxiu sneered: "Want to act like a turtle pulling its head in? Just say so!"

"Why say it so righteously?"

"A mere four-star clan—where does your nobility come from?"

He Pingsheng stood with hands behind his back, staring at Peng Xiuxiu and said: "You are not worthy of our He family's Lao Cao making a move!"

"Let's fight!"

The air fell silent for a few breaths.

Then, a few exaggerated screams rang out from around.

"Holy shit... no way, this kid is only at the Spirit Realm!"

"Yeah, Spirit Realm tenth level and Divine Lord Realm eleventh level—there's a whole major realm difference plus more!"

"Is this about a major realm?"

"One cultivates the Dao, the other doesn't—heaven and earth apart, alright? This isn't even a matter of a major realm difference!"

"This kid, his brain probably doesn't work well!"

"Exactly, no matter how you look at it, he seems not too bright!"

"Zizi zi... what a pity, he's so handsome!"

"Good, good, good..." Peng Xiuxiu said three 'goods' in a row, as if she had suffered a great humiliation, saying: "Really don't know how he's going to die!"

"Just a Spirit Realm, daring to provoke me?"

"Courting death!"

"I agree!" Peng Xiuxiu turned around, looked toward another direction of the lord's manor, and said: "Over there, there's a dedicated fighting arena—come with me!"

After speaking, she was the first to leave.

He Pingsheng and Lao Cao followed closely behind.

Hundreds of passersby also followed along with a clamor.

By the time they reached the arena, the number of onlookers had already reached over a thousand.

He Pingsheng slightly moved his feet and leapt onto the arena!

The arena is just a high platform, the platform is a thousand zhang in length and width, and it also has a seventh-grade defensive divine formation erected.

The lord's manor arena also has rules—it's not that just anyone can go up!

"Two of you!" The one presiding over the arena is an old-looking old man; He Pingsheng couldn't discern his cultivation.

He glanced at the two indifferently and said: "The rules of the lord's manor arena: anyone using it pays no fee!"

"But... the loser has to hand over their storage ring to the lord's manor!"

"Of course, the dead too!"

"You two both agree, right?"

He Pingsheng thought, truly ruthless, but still spread his hands and said: "No problem!"

Peng Xiuxiu sneered: "I naturally have no problem either—after all, the storage ring taken later won't be mine!"

"Good!" The old man said: "We have no rule restrictions at all—any rules, you two discuss, and I'll enforce them!"

He Pingsheng said: "I don't care!"

Peng Xiuxiu gritted her teeth: "Then it's no rules... we two can freely use any items!"