Chapter 216: Consecutive Cuts: Foundation Establishment

Four people!

All wearing the robes of the Beast Taming Immortal Sect.

He Pingsheng's spiritual sense erupted open, sweeping over these four individuals.

An old man—his cultivation base could not be sensed.

A woman—Foundation Establishment eleventh level.

A middle-aged man—Foundation Establishment sixth level.

A young-looking cultivator—Foundation Establishment ninth level.

The only one whose cultivation base could not be sensed was the old man at twelfth level.

It couldn't be a Golden Core; it must be Foundation Establishment twelfth level.

The Beast Taming Immortal Sect's disciples had come with only one mission: to draw out He Pingsheng.

So they had been following Qiao Huizhu all along.

But Qiao Huizhu didn't know!

They were waiting for He Pingsheng to appear.

Of course, they didn't know if He Pingsheng would even show up—but since the sect had issued this order, they had to carry it out.

"Hehehe…" The old man chuckled, stroking his speckled beard. "He Pingsheng… you're still in Dingxiang Commandery!"

"Without me saying it, you must know why we've come, right?"

As he spoke, the four took up positions at the four corners, surrounding He Pingsheng and Qiao Huizhu in the center.

He Pingsheng said: "I know… you've come to kill me."

"Clever!" The old man nodded. "But it doesn't have to end in your death. If you hand over the Grand Void Great Mystery Scripture, the Sect Master says he'll spare your life!"

"In fact, he might even take you as his personal disciple!"

For the Beast Taming Immortal Sect, after destroying the Grand Void Gate, He Pingsheng was the only remaining threat.

He Pingsheng possessed the Five Element Spirit Roots; after learning the Grand Void Great Mystery Scripture, should he grow stronger, no one in the Beast Taming Immortal Sect would be able to control him.

This was a threat—a grave threat—that must be eliminated.

He Pingsheng exhaled deeply and said: "If I say I never learned the Grand Void Great Mystery Scripture, would you believe me?"

The old man sneered: "What do you think?"

He Pingsheng shook his head. "Fine. I don't even believe it myself."

Then there was nothing left to say!

Before the four could act, He Pingsheng stomped the ground and leapt into the air. "Sister, leave quickly…"

"Let me cut down these dogs!"

How could Qiao Huizhu leave?

She waved her hand and drew a blue sword, immediately engaging the Foundation Establishment sixth-level middle-aged cultivator.

On the other side, Qiao Xiaoqiao and the other two Tianfu Mountain cultivators rushed over to reinforce them.

But He Pingsheng moved with lightning speed, instantly unfurling the Nine Radiant Dragon-Slaying Banner and slamming it toward the oldest cultivator.

The old man's face twisted with mockery.

Foundation Establishment second level? You dare challenge me?

Are you insane?

But then he realized—he must not be able to sense cultivation levels, since he was only Foundation Establishment second level himself.

Since he couldn't tell any of us apart, he just picked one at random… and got unlucky with me?

Hehehe…

"Kid, you've got terrible luck!"

The old man made no move to defend himself—he simply waved his hand and pulled out a rigid whip. It snapped open with a bang, transforming into a golden whip dozens of feet long, striking down at He Pingsheng's banner from afar.

He Pingsheng made no move to defend either—but his foot slammed down hard.

Boom…

Golden light burst from his soles, instantly increasing his speed fivefold.

The old man's strike missed completely.

But He Pingsheng's banner was already thrust before the old man's face.

Boom…

A torrent of lightning erupted, surging toward the old man's face.

The old man panicked, fumbling for a defensive magic treasure—barely managing to block the banner's Thunder Rolling Technique in a clumsy, desperate scramble.

Then he suddenly felt a numbness in his leg.

He looked down—his legs had been wrapped in venomous thorn vines that had erupted from the ground.

Puff…

Puff puff…

The thorns and poisonous blooms on the vines sprayed venom into his body.

Within two breaths, the old man lost all sensation and collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

He Pingsheng gave him no chance—he thrust the banner forward with a puff, piercing the old man's body clean through. Dead beyond doubt.

All who watched were stunned.

Dead?

Foundation Establishment twelfth level… slain in one blow?

"Damn it!" The eleventh-level woman gritted her teeth. "This bastard is too dangerous—everyone, gather and attack him together!"

At this moment, Qiao Xiaoqiao and the two Tianfu Mountain disciples had not yet arrived.

Only He Pingsheng was fighting.

He Pingsheng spun away, then pointed his finger sharply toward the woman.

Boom…

A massive block of ice instantly formed around her, freezing her solid, motionless.

Technique: Crystal World.

This technique was extremely brutal—it drained He Pingsheng's Water-element dantian completely in one use.

Such massive magic power expenditure meant tremendous power.

He had used it only once before—when it instantly froze to death a peak Foundation Establishment face-spider demon.

He didn't know if this Crystal World could kill this woman.

The remaining two Beast Taming Immortal Sect cultivators panicked and fled.

He Pingsheng did not pursue.

He didn't know what condition the woman inside the ice was in!

Two breaths later—BOOM—the ice shattered, and the woman broke free.

Puff…

But as soon as she emerged, she spat a mouthful of blood, her face deathly pale, utterly devoid of combat strength.

"Brother… brother, spare me…"

As she cried out in terror, two fire crows slammed into her body.

In an instant, she turned to ash.

At this point, the other two cultivators were already blocked by Qiao Xiaoqiao and her companions.

Boom…

Boom boom boom…

He Pingsheng continuously unleashed golden light from his feet, accelerating fivefold several times until he reached the battle circle.

With numbers against them, the outcome was inevitable.

In a flash, he eliminated the remaining two.

One even tried to shatter his Life-Death Tablet to escape—but too late. Before the teleportation activated, He Pingsheng crushed his skull with a single punch.

"Clear the battlefield—take all the storage bags… quickly, follow me…"

He Pingsheng swiftly gathered the spoils, then led the four Tianfu Mountain disciples away in haste.

They found a valley nearby and hid inside a cave.

The four now looked at He Pingsheng with entirely different attitudes.

Qiao Huizhu grew more enamored by the moment; Qiao Xiaoqiao had completely changed her view of him.

"Brother-in-law… you're incredible!"

As for the other two Tianfu Mountain disciples, who had previously looked down on He Pingsheng, now they regarded him with deep wariness.

"Two elder brothers!" Qiao Huizhu held out a storage bag—the spoils from the battle. "This bag is for you. Myself and Xiaoqiao have urgent matters—we can't continue exploring here!"

"So please understand—your path ahead is yours alone now."