Chapter 2152: Crushing, Holy Artifact

Others didn't dare to easily express their stance, but He Pingsheng was different.

He had to express his stance.

Dragging this out is meaningless.

Since conflict is inevitable sooner or later, it's better to let it happen sooner.

Only by resolving internal conflicts promptly can one focus on one's own affairs.

"He Pingsheng... you're courting death."

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Hong Wubo's eyes became exceptionally sharp, his tall figure stepped forward and pressed toward He Pingsheng, "Don't think I don't know what you're plotting?"

"Getting some magic crystals back would be good enough, do you really think you deserve a holy artifact with just yourselves?"

"Even if you did obtain the holy artifact, would the Leng family let you go?"

"Stop dreaming!"

"Wake up early, it's better!"

He Pingsheng couldn't be bothered with her, directly transforming into an escape light and leaving.

As for how to explain to the Wu tribe when leaving later?

Explain your ass.

"When I open my seventh-grade transmission divine seal, I'll directly leave the Tianwu Continent—where will you find me?"

"Courting death..." Seeing He Pingsheng leave directly, Hong Wubo instantly flew into a rage.

She stomped hard with her foot.

Boom...

The earth instantly cracked apart.

Using this force, Hong Wubo flew into the void, instantly catching up to He Pingsheng, then mercilessly threw a punch at him.

The Wu tribe has no Divine Sense, does not cultivate Dao arts, only cultivates the physical body and divine power.

Therefore their strength is astonishingly great.

One strike can shatter Dao arts of the same realm.

Hong Wubo poured full strength into this punch; her originally mountain-sized fist turned gold, and after being infused with strength and divine power, the fist's color gradually shifted to purplish-red.

On the purplish-red skin, golden patterns twisted and spread.

A massive force condensed into a force storm, squeezing toward the space where He Pingsheng was.

He Pingsheng naturally wasn't a pushover either.

A mere God Monarch realm cultivator of the same level—whether Wu tribe or God tribe, I don't care.

Boom...

He turned and likewise threw a punch.

This punch used Daoist power and also employed the gravity rule.

It was derived from the Great Heaven Wave Heavy Palm, though not a fully formed divine ability, yet this strike infused the rule power of the Great Heaven Wave Heavy Palm.

Rumble...

In the tremendous sound, a void fist condensed in the void, reaching a size of a hundred zhang.

But compared to Hong Wubo's fist, it still appeared slightly smaller.

"A mere third-layer God Monarch realm, comparing strength with me?" Hong Wubo's mouth curled into a cold smile: "Courting death!"

The next moment, two massive fists collided together.

One illusory, one solid.

Hong Wubo's fist was a solid flesh-and-blood fist.

He Pingsheng's fist was a phantom condensed from divine power and Daoist arts.

Though illusory, its power was in no way inferior.

Power turned into ripples, forming an energy wave spreading outward in all directions.

The ripple flew diagonally, half into the void, half crashing into the earth.

At the same time, Hong Wubo's body resembled a massive cannonball blasted into the void.

After a few breaths, it slammed heavily onto the ground.

He Pingsheng didn't use full force in this strike.

Yet Hong Wubo's body was already covered in cracks.

Countless streams of golden divine blood flowed from the cracks in her skin.

Boom...

He Pingsheng transformed into flowing light, rapidly flying toward Hong Wubo, and threw a second punch.

This punch still did not use full force.

Because He Pingsheng was extremely fast, Hong Wubo had no time to mount a proper defense, and was subsequently blasted into an unknown valley, heavily landing on the ground.

The earth trembled, surrounding mountains cracked apart.

Countless rocks detached from the surrounding mountain peaks and then filled this valley.

Naturally, Hong Wubo was also buried within.

Hiss...

Seeing He Pingsheng so ferocious, the other three were shocked that two punches had left Hong Wubo unable to care for herself, all sucking in cold air.

Who would have thought a third-layer God Monarch realm cultivator could possess such tremendous attack power?

"Stop pretending to be dead!" He Pingsheng stood directly above the valley, gazing down at the countless shifting rocks and surging dust below, and said calmly: "If you keep pretending to be dead, I'll make you truly dead!"

As he spoke, He Pingsheng waved a hand and produced his Hongmeng Purple Gold Staff: "Don't believe me? You can try it!"

"Stop!"

A sharp rebuke rang out from underground.

Hong Wubo's massive frame exerted the slightest force, and the rubble covering her was flung aside.

She stood up again.

Though she looked rather miserable!

Her whole body was covered in golden divine blood, cracks ran across her skin everywhere, and her right arm had been blasted apart and exploded.

Blood still gurgled down continuously.

Yin Xiaoyue swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva secretly; he felt his throat go a bit dry!

"You can't kill me..." At this point, Hong Wubo also knew she was far from He Pingsheng's match: "Although you're very strong, at the same realm there's probably no opponent for you!"

"But our clan's Great Elder is at the peak of the God Venerable Realm!"

"If he comes here, a single slap can swat you to death!"

He Pingsheng laughed: "Is that so... Then fine, I'll swat you to death first, and we'll see if he comes!"

"Don't!" Hong Wubo retreated several steps in fright and said: "You might not know, I am our Great Elder's slave, have been for a long time, only outsiders don't know!"

"If you dare kill me, he'll sense it in an instant!"

"When he comes chasing, you'll undoubtedly die!"

"Oh?" He Pingsheng stared at Hong Wubo, then chuckled: "You say you're your Great Elder's female slave?"

"True or false?"

Hong Wubo said: "It's true, I'm not deceiving you, even my elder brother never knew about this!"

"Good!" He Pingsheng directly took out a pink divine talisman.

Love Transfer Talisman!

Wang Dun originally had twenty-three of these; after He Pingsheng strengthened them they became forty-six. Wang Dun left six for He Pingsheng and took the remaining forty himself.

Of He Pingsheng's six, one was used for Gu Baiping, leaving five.

Normally speaking, this Hong Wubo wasn't worth wasting one on, but there was no choice now.

He could only bite the bullet and go through with it!

After all, this woman really wasn't easy to deal with.

Between a Love Transfer Talisman and a seventh-grade Space Teleportation Talisman, He Pingsheng chose to keep the Space Teleportation Talisman.

Because this thing can save your life at a critical moment.

Also, he wanted to ask Hong Wubo about the basin matter; if she weren't a slave, he definitely couldn't just ask freely.

"What are you doing?" Hong Wubo looked at the divine talisman in He Pingsheng's hand, always feeling this talisman was somewhat sinister.

He Pingsheng gave a hehe laugh, and with a slap pasted it onto Hong Wubo.

The next moment, the master-servant slave mark transferred.

From that so-called Great Elder's sea of consciousness, it transferred into He Pingsheng's sea of consciousness.

Thud—

Hong Wubo's massive frame immediately knelt before He Pingsheng and said: "This slave Hong Wubo greets Master!"

"Mm!" He Pingsheng nodded: "You stand up first, go heal the injuries on your body!"

As he spoke, He Pingsheng directly tossed a drop of fifth-grade essence blood over.

Fellow Daoists, please give me a boost, thanks. The specific method is in the author's note at the end of this chapter!