Chapter 319: One Spear, Two Men Pierced

He Pingsheng's sudden strike left everyone around stunned.

The Thirteenth Imperial Prince opened his mouth in shock, first glancing at his servant on the ground, then turning to look at He Pingsheng.

Utter disbelief.

Behind He Pingsheng, the Ninth Imperial Prince clenched his fists, then slammed the backs of his fists hard against his own eyes twice.

Fuck!

No way!

This is the Thirteenth Imperial Prince's subordinate—I dare not offend him, and you just went straight for him?

Balls!

Awesome!

The Ninth Imperial Prince stared at He Pingsheng with intense interest, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"You fucking bastard, how dare you hit me?"

The servant scrambled to his feet, trembling with rage; he waved his hand and summoned a flying sword.

His cultivation base was formidable—Foundation Establishment, Level Twelve.

He Pingsheng spoke calmly: "The Thirteenth Imperial Prince is refined and courteous; I respect his manners, so I was willing to speak with him a little longer!"

"You dog-like creature—you're nothing but a servant. How dare you threaten me?"

"I advised you not to move?"

"Then bear the consequences yourself!"

He Pingsheng was not wearing the Seven-Clasp Dark Gold Armor, but the Fire-Spirit Blood-Reflecting Armor.

At this moment, his aura was extraordinary.

Standing in the square, he radiated undeniable presence.

The servant glanced at the Thirteenth Imperial Prince and, seeing him remain silent, snarled: "Fine, fine…"

"You brat, I'm just a dog to the Thirteenth Imperial Prince, but I'm still ten thousand times nobler than you!"

"Today, I'll kill you and show you what happens when you offend the imperial family!"

"Boy… give me your life!"

The servant leapt into the air, his magic power surging; his flying sword expanded to thirty meters long and slashed down at He Pingsheng with the force of cleaving Mount Hua.

At this strike, countless onlookers retreated hastily.

Countless others were utterly stunned.

No wonder he's a royal prince's servant.

Amazing!

This is definitely the peak of Foundation Establishment combat power.

This kid is in danger.

Many felt pity for He Pingsheng.

Some were already shaking their heads.

Yet, the next instant!

He Pingsheng didn't retreat—he advanced. He stomped the ground and leapt into the void.

Boom…

Simultaneously, his fire spiritual energy erupted; a crimson shield materialized on the Fire-Spirit Blood-Reflecting Armor.

Boom…

The massive attack struck the shield.

It was fully absorbed.

The shield's defensive power was only reduced by half.

At that moment, He Pingsheng's body reached the servant's face—he whipped his right leg out.

Boom…

The servant was kicked hard again and plummeted from the sky.

The blue stone ground cracked into a massive crater.

He Pingsheng had held back.

He wanted to give the imperial family some face, and didn't wish to fully break ties.

It served no purpose to escalate.

At this point, if the Thirteenth Imperial Prince merely stepped forward and rebuked his servant, the tension between them could be resolved.

He wouldn't lose face either.

Yet, for some reason, the Thirteenth Imperial Prince showed no expression—neither joy nor anger—as if he hadn't seen a thing.

He Pingsheng didn't care.

But the two servants were now in an awkward position.

Should they attack?

If they didn't, the Thirteenth Imperial Prince would lose face.

But if they did, they couldn't win.

"You just tried to kill me," He Pingsheng said calmly as he landed. "But I'll give you one more chance."

"Next time, don't blame me if you're dead."

This was spoken to both servants—and to the Thirteenth Imperial Prince.

But the Thirteenth Imperial Prince remained unmoved.

"Hahahaha…"

The other servant, seeing the Thirteenth Imperial Prince's silence, stepped forward and laughed: "Boy, you're only relying on the defense of that supreme magic treasure!"

"You really think your Level Eleven cultivation gives you any real power?"

"You've got armor protecting you? Then my brother and I won't hold back!"

"Brother two—attack together!"

Boom…

Boom…

The two servants unleashed their power simultaneously, leaping into the void and striking at once.

He Pingsheng didn't attack.

He stood still.

Fire spiritual energy surged from within him; the shield on the Fire-Spirit Blood-Reflecting Armor thickened again.

Boom…

Two massive attacks struck—heavily—and his shield shattered.

Yet though the shield broke, it had blocked their attacks.

The next instant, two spiritual-nail needles shot from He Pingsheng's mind-sea, piercing straight into the two servants' mind-seas.

Simultaneously, He Pingsheng leapt into the void, his black spear exploding into a three-zhang length.

Pfft—the Heaven-Defect Divine Spear pierced straight through the chest of one servant.

Pfft…

The spear burst out the servant's back, then, faster than lightning, drove through the second servant's heart.

One spear, two men pierced.

He Pingsheng landed steadily on the ground.

He waved his hand—the black divine spear, having pierced through both men, shot back into his grip, still trembling.

The rhythm of its tremor sent chills down spines; onlookers stepped back several paces.

The two servants lay dead on the ground.

Blood pooled around them.

The entire square fell utterly silent.

Those who had earlier coveted the supreme Suluo Holy Fruit that He Pingsheng won now broke into cold sweats.

Too strong.

One against two—instantly slaughtered.

Even the Ninth Imperial Prince, watching, couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

It was clear that when he fought on the lake, he hadn't used his full strength.

Otherwise, the Ninth Imperial Prince would already be dead.

"Impressive skill," said the Thirteenth Imperial Prince from afar, his expression still calm, neither sorrowful nor joyful.

He looked at He Pingsheng coolly: "Anyone who secures the supreme Suluo Holy Fruit is no fool. These two blind dogs dared to dream of challenging you?"

"Hehehe…"

"Not worthy of pity."

With that, the Thirteenth Imperial Prince turned his gaze away again, saying not another word.

Several guards gathered around him.

Two others were assigned to collect the corpses of the two servants.

"Heh… you're in deep trouble," the Ninth Imperial Prince whispered to He Pingsheng. "Old Thirteen is the most calculating man alive. Don't be fooled by his show of magnanimity—hehe… you've offended him."

He Pingsheng ignored him and asked, "You're the older brother, he's the younger—why do you seem so afraid of him?"

The Ninth Imperial Prince's face darkened.

After a moment, he murmured, "What can I do? Different fathers, different mothers—I can't compare to him!"

He Pingsheng did not press further, only said, "Lend me one of your inferior Suluo Sacred Fruit."