Chapter 623

In the distant void, the woman clad in black Daoist robes, her beauty cold and aloof, stared at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng had given his Brocade Flowing Robe to Qiao Huizhu to conceal her true form, so he himself wore nothing, revealing his true appearance.

It was no surprise that Bing Yi recognized him at once.

But Bing Yi was still somewhat stunned.

For nearly a hundred years ago, she had indeed fought He Pingsheng.

Back then, He Pingsheng's cultivation base was only Nascent Soul Level Twelve.

Only a hundred years have passed, and this fellow has risen to Soul Transformation Level Six?

Although the Youmingdigong does grant cultivation boosts, even so, this is astonishing enough.

Bing Yi was even beginning to waver.

Remember, back then He Pingsheng had slain her clone with a single strike, relying solely on his true combat power.

Over the past hundred years, although Bing Yi had re-forged her clone, her own cultivation had made not a single advancement, for she had devoted all her energy to crafting it.

Yet he has reached Soul Transformation Level Six.

This…

I can't possibly lose to this fellow?

Bing Yi was startled by her own thought.

But then she shook her head: "A Nascent Soul cultivator can slay a Soul Transformation cultivator of a higher level, but a Soul Transformation cultivator can never slay a Void Refinement cultivator—even one level higher. Each level is a different realm; the higher you climb, the wider the gap. I will surely obliterate him!"

…

On another side, in a corner He Pingsheng had not noticed, two more Soul Transformation cultivators appeared.

One was from the Long Jiao clan, named Ao Ji.

The other was an elder of the Long Jiao clan, at Soul Transformation Level Twelve; this old man held high status in the clan, named Ao Ban.

"Ninth Elder, that's him—did you see? That's the one…"

"That's Long Zhe!"

"Damn this lowly human! If not for him, I would have entered the Fifth Zone—because of him, I failed to find the Dragon Scale Immortal Wood!"

"Ninth Elder, after killing him, we might recover that item from his body!"

Ao Ji hated He Pingsheng with a burning fury.

Merely stealing his position wouldn't have been a mortal feud.

But this Long Zhe had, before everyone's eyes, cut off his manhood and then burned it to ashes.

This was a mortal feud, an unspeakable humiliation.

Not just Ao Ji's humiliation—but the entire Long Jiao clan's.

Thus, upon learning of this, the Long Jiao clan immediately dispatched this peak Soul Transformation expert to intercept and kill He Pingsheng.

"I see!" Ninth Elder Ao Ban drew a deep breath. "This brat has raised his cultivation to Soul Transformation Level Six in such a short time—don't underestimate him!"

"Hmph…" Ao Ji said, "Ninth Elder, don't forget—I broke through four Dao barriers here too!"

"He only broke five—nothing special!"

"I suspect even Nan Li and the others could break four or five—so Soul Transformation Level Six is nothing unusual!"

Ninth Elder nodded. "There's some truth to that."

"Level Six? Fine—doesn't matter."

"Let's go—he's leaving. We must hurry after him!"

"Hehehe…"

"Today is a fine day indeed!"

…

He Pingsheng, carrying Hao Cang as a streak of light, departed in apparent haste.

Why leave?

He feared that once Qiao Huizhu arrived, they'd be targeted.

No sooner had He Pingsheng hurried away than Bing Yi and the two Long Jiao cultivators swiftly followed, one after the other.

Along the way, He Pingsheng and Hao Cang used instantaneous teleportation several times.

After half a stick of incense, they reached a distance of one million li from the exit.

There, Bing Yi intercepted them.

"Wait…"

From afar, the Long Jiao clan's Ninth Elder grabbed Ao Ji: "Don't rush—someone seems to be after him!"

"I can't read this woman's cultivation—she must be at least Void Refinement. Let's hold back!"

"Wait a moment!"

Ao Ji's eyes narrowed slightly: "Fine. If this woman kills him, it's acceptable—just not as satisfying as us cutting him down ourselves!"

"I can't even torment him now!"

"Strange—where's his senior sister?"

The two did not leave; instead, they watched from afar as Bing Yi faced He Pingsheng.

…

"He Pingsheng… we meet again!"

Bing Yi's expression was calm: "Do you remember me?"

"Of course," He Pingsheng replied, even calmer: "You killed me once. If not for my Death-Substitution Talisman, I'd have been dead then."

"We are mortal enemies. Even if you turned to ash, I'd recognize you."

"Hehehe…" Bing Yi laughed. "You don't seem afraid?"

"You don't know I'm here to kill you?"

He Pingsheng shook his head: "Last time you missed your chance. Now, you won't find me so easy to kill."

"You spread rumors, defaming Princess Tian Yao—you've broken the Divine Kingdom's laws!" Bing Yi's smile vanished, replaced by icy frost: "You ruined the Divine Emperor's plans—today, you will die without mercy…"

"Let me see what abilities you truly possess!"

Boom…

The woman waved her hand, and her immense aura swept outward.

He Pingsheng stood motionless in the void.

But beside him, the Soul Transformation Level Eight servant Hao Cang was blasted backward a hundred zhang by her pressure alone.

Pathetic.

He Pingsheng said: "Hao Cang… fall back. Watch me slay her with this spear…"

He Pingsheng raised his hand, and the Heaven-Defect Divine Spear appeared in his grip.

"A top-grade ancient treasure… hehehe… I'll let you strike first," Bing Yi said, her pale hands flicking lightly: "After this move, your death is certain!"

"I hope this time you still have that Death-Substitution Talisman to use!"

Opposite her, He Pingsheng transformed into a speck of light and leapt into the heavens.

Beneath the azure sky, a hundred-zhang-long black spear erupted into being.

He Pingsheng's body vanished.

No—he had fused with the divine spear.

Man and spear as one—Ten Thousand Annihilations Return to Origin!

The spear locked the void, freezing time.

Before the overwhelming force even reached her, an infinite tide of killing intent and battle spirit merged into a wind that struck Bing Yi first.

In that instant, Bing Yi felt icy coldness permeate her entire body.

Even before the spear fell, she felt as if she faced a strike from a Void Refinement cultivator of Level Five—or higher.

"Damn…" At this moment, Bing Yi's soul trembled: How could this boy have grown so powerful?

"Open!" Bing Yi roared, unleashing her magic power in a torrent.

A circular shield formed above her head.