Chapter 2122: Stubborn-Mouthed, Scared Witless

"Before true power, speed is nothing worth mentioning!"

"Dao arts are merely taking shortcuts!"

Shang Yong's mouth was stubborn: "Without divine power to support it, nothing can be spoken of!"

"Come... let the two of us compete in divine power. Without devouring external objects to replenish, your divine power certainly isn't as abundant as mine!"

He Pingsheng asked: "How to compete?"

"This is very simple!" Shang Xia stepped forward with a laugh. He took out a flying sword and said: "This flying sword doesn't need Dao art power; it only absorbs pure divine power!"

"The more divine power, the larger it expands!"

"You two both pour all your own divine power into it in one go!"

"When the time comes, whose divine power is stronger will be clear at a glance!"

"Come... Big Brother, why don't you go first!" Shang Xia handed that flying sword to Shang Yong.

Shang Yong nodded and said: "Good!"

Rumble—

The next moment, Shang Yong's divine power flowed into the flying sword like running water.

The flying sword's volume swelled visibly to the naked eye.

One inch!

One foot!

One zhang!

Ten zhang...

Before long, this thing had been expanded to a size of fourteen zhang.

In ordinary duels, it's often a thousand zhang, but that isn't purely divine power expanding it; it's divine power mixed with Dao arts, and also includes Divine Sense.

Moreover, most divine artifacts, during their refining process, have enlargement and reduction formations added, so they can expand to a thousand zhang in one breath.

But this flying sword Shang Xia took out is a divine artifact that can purely be expanded by divine power.

It can also be said that it is a detector of how much divine power one has.

As a result, after all of Shang Yong's divine power was poured into it, this flying sword was only expanded to fourteen zhang three chi.

"Bloodline power... give me... open..."

Right at this moment, Shang Yong let out a loud roar, and the Dao art power within his blood was also mobilized by him.

The flying sword that had originally only expanded to fourteen zhang three chi instantly surged another four zhang.

Reaching over eighteen zhang.

Strictly speaking, this was already a violation.

Because what was just said was to use pure divine power, yet this fellow actually used the power of Dao arts.

Buzz buzz buzz...

The next moment, the divine power inside this flying sword was withdrawn again, returning back into Shang Yong's body.

His face was flushed red as he handed the small sword to He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng took the small sword and said: "Not bad... you used a divine ability and actually increased your divine power by thirty percent, but unfortunately it's still not nineteen zhang!"

Shang Yong let out a cold snort: "Hope you can also expand it to nineteen zhang in a moment!"

His words had just fallen when the small sword in He Pingsheng's hand suddenly expanded.

Bang—

In one go, it directly grew to twenty zhang.

No more, no less, just one zhang more than Shang Yong.

Shang Yong's complexion was as ugly as it could be.

But the actual situation was: this really wasn't He Pingsheng deliberately humiliating him; rather, after He Pingsheng poured all the divine power from his godhead into the flying sword, it could only expand to twenty zhang.

Of course, the divine power stored in the godhead relates to two aspects.

One aspect is cultivation base.

The other aspect is the godhead's own capability.

He Pingsheng's cultivation base is low, but his godhead is formidable after all, so the stored divine power is comparatively more.

For example, right now he is at the second layer of the God Monarch realm, and in one breath he expanded the flying sword to twenty zhang.

But if his cultivation base broke through to the twelfth layer, it wouldn't be twenty zhang.

I'm afraid it would be no less than two hundred zhang.

After all, with each layer raised, the godhead's capacity to store divine power increases considerably.

He Pingsheng also did not use the stored divine power from the Hongmeng Supreme Dao Bell.

Because there was no need.

Also, He Pingsheng possesses the divine ability 【Hongmeng Power】; if used, this divine power could increase by another ten zhang.

But it would be meaningless.

He smiled faintly and withdrew the divine power.

Shang Yong's complexion was pig-liver ugly.

He deeply knew what it meant for a second-layer God Monarch to have even deeper divine power than him!

But in the depths of his heart, he was also convinced that He Pingsheng's strength absolutely didn't stop at this.

The reason he expanded it to twenty zhang was precisely to humiliate him.

"Compare Divine Sense too?" He Pingsheng looked at Shang Yong and asked.

Shang Yong's face was full of unwillingness: "Compare..."

Three matches, not a single one won.

He still had some confidence in the Divine Sense aspect, after all, from start to finish, he had been refining his spirit.

At the very least, win one match, right?

The result...

The next moment, seven thick Divine Nails flew out from He Pingsheng's sea of consciousness, hovering around Shang Yong's body.

Rumble—

The next moment, a white Divine Sense shield condensed into existence.

The moment this level of Divine Sense power appeared, Shang Yong was directly scared witless.

The Divine Sense power he prided himself on lost the most thoroughly, with the greatest gap.

"Now... do you yield?" He Pingsheng withdrew his divine power and asked.

"Yes..." Shang Yong's face no longer held its unruly expression, but his mouth remained stubborn: "I admit, your speed, Divine Sense, Dao arts, and divine power are all a bit better than mine?"

Beside them, Shang Xihong couldn't bear to watch and sneered: "Big brother, are you sure it's just... a bit better?"

Shang Yong mumbled: "Stronger than me, alright?"

"But in a fight, true combat strength isn't just about these; there's also the combination of Dao arts and divine abilities, and compatibility with oneself!"

"So, just comparing these four things has no meaning at all!"

"True strength can only be manifested during a fight!"

He Pingsheng smiled and didn't respond.

Some people actually understand in their hearts; they're just purely stubborn.

"Oh?" Shang Xihong said: "Is that so? But... big brother, you already lost to my father on the arena platform before... doesn't that count as during a fight!"

Shang Yong's face reddened further.

But the habit of being stubborn couldn't be changed.

"I know... that time I lost to He Pingsheng... but the problem is, I didn't have a divine weapon in hand!"

"In a true life-and-death struggle, who doesn't have a divine weapon in hand?"

"Where are all those rules and restrictions? So in a life-and-death situation, I'm confident I can defeat He Pingsheng!"

After speaking, he even shot a fierce glare at He Pingsheng.

But his gaze was somewhat shifty!

"Good!" He Pingsheng smiled, then waved his hand and brought out the Hongmeng Purple Gold Staff!

"Open..."

The next moment, He Pingsheng leaped into the firmament; the divine power in his godhead and the divine power within the Hongmeng Supreme Dao Bell, in a single instant, were all bestowed upon the staff.

The purplish-red staff was like a heavenly pillar; he thrust a strike toward Shang Yong.

This strike sealed the void, condensed time.

Shang Yong was locked down tight; forget resisting, he couldn't even move now.

Since his debut, he had never been so passive in battle.

It's over... over, over...

I'm going to die.

Although his mouth was stubborn, he wasn't stupid.

And his judgment was extremely precise.

He knew that once this strike fell, not only would he certainly die, even his divine soul would be torn apart.

"Fellow Daoist He..." Shang Yong called out with difficulty: "Spare... spare my life..."

The corner of He Pingsheng's mouth curled slightly, then the staff tilted at an angle and a strike blasted onto the barrier of this small world.

A fifth-grade divine weapon was blasted open with a gap.

He Pingsheng directly blasted through the barrier from within the small world and walked out.