Chapter 655

"He Brother, you're not doing well either!"

"We haven't seen each other in years—I thought you'd have reached Mahayana Emperor Realm by now. How come you're still this low?"

"Only Nascent Soul Seventh Layer?"

"Tsk tsk tsk… still getting stepped on!"

"You're… really in bad shape."

Wang Dun, lying on the ground, lifted a jet-black head to look at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng said: "Your younger brother is ashamed… Brother Wang, what realm are you in now?"

Wang Dun chuckled: "Just a bit higher than you—eighth layer now!"

He Pingsheng's gaze swept over him and confirmed the fellow was indeed Nascent Soul Eighth Layer.

It wasn't surprising—he was a genius, and he'd likely ascended to this spiritual realm nearly a hundred years ago.

He'd only ascended slightly later than He Pingsheng, so it wasn't much of a delay.

"What's going on between you and this guy?" Wang Dun asked He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng said: "He wanted to take my things. I refused, so we fought."

"Heh…" Wang Dun looked disgusted: "Bro, you're really weak. When I was out there, I was the one taking stuff from others—when did anyone ever dare take from me?"

"Wait—I'll handle this bastard for you!"

"Damn it! Daring to bully my junior brother? I'll kill him today!"

Wang Dun, lying on the ground, tried to rise but suddenly felt total weakness.

He turned his head and glanced at the three-hundred-zhang-tall Mingyue, his spiritual sense scanning her—immediately, he shuddered: "Holy shit… Void Refinement Grand Realm!"

"Fucking hell…"

Mingyue had heard their entire conversation but didn't act yet; now she smirked at Wang Dun and said: "From your tone, I take it I won't be leaving alive today?"

Wang Dun's face turned pitch black, but he quickly forced a smile: "Hehehe… Brother, you misunderstand. Look, all three of us are human!"

"Humans don't fight humans, right?"

"I, Wang Dun, hate fighting—I love talking reason!"

"Here's the deal, Master: today, give me, Wang Dun, a face, walk away, and let's turn swords into jade."

"Don't worry—if you give me this face today, I'll give you ten faces in the future!"

"Young man, you'll benefit immensely!"

"But honestly, bro—you're ridiculously handsome…"

The crimson-robed, impossibly handsome Mingyue monk smiled faintly, then lifted his left foot and slowly stepped onto Wang Dun.

The massive foot crushed him down, leaving only his head exposed.

"Ahh…"

Wang Dun screamed in agony: "Pain! Pain! Pain! Bro, why are you actually hitting me?!"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

He shrieked: "Bro, wait! If you want to fight, let's duel fairly!"

"We have no grudge—I just got badly injured. You're treating me like this—isn't that unjust?"

"Let me up first. Let's fight fairly, okay?"

Mingyue paused for two breaths, then nodded: "That makes sense."

"I'll let you recover your injuries."

He lifted his left foot.

Wang Dun exhaled sharply, then pulled out some spiritual fluid from his storage ring and drank it all at once.

His external wounds healed instantly.

He Pingsheng also took the chance to swallow a few 【Ice Jade Loquat Paste】 pills.

"Are your injuries recovered?" Mingyue Buddha lowered his gaze to Wang Dun.

Wang Dun took a deep breath: "Master, my external wounds are healed, but—I won't lie—I still have a Dao injury, and it hasn't healed yet."

Mingyue asked: "How long to heal a Dao injury?"

Wang Dun thought, then said: "About… two hundred years."

Mingyue's face darkened instantly; a sharp killing intent fell from the heavens.

Wang Dun quickly corrected: "How about… a hundred years?"

"Fifty… isn't out of the question!"

Mingyue didn't waste more words—he brought his massive left foot down again on Wang Dun.

Though it looked ordinary, this was a powerful Buddhist technique—footstep sealed the void, locked time.

Anyone caught inside couldn't escape.

"Open—"

He Pingsheng couldn't let Wang Dun be crushed—he waved his hand and summoned the Primordial Purple Gold Staff!

The massive staff instantly transformed into a black long spear in his hand.

After absorbing 【Thousand Changes Golden Soil】, the staff gained the ability to shift shape at will.

He Pingsheng poured all his magic power into the black divine spear, merging his entire being into it.

Technique: Ten Thousand Annihilations Return to Origin!

Human and Spear Become One!

That wasn't all!

He Pingsheng added the Heavenly Gang Three Transformations technique, doubling the strike's power.

He also added the 【Ten Thousand Corrosions Enchanting Technique】.

The strike now carried poison.

The three-hundred-zhang black divine spear churned the surrounding void!

The overwhelming aura surged toward Mingyue—the Void Refinement cultivator felt shock and fear.

"Strong!" he praised, then waved his hand—the crimson robe flew off his body and stretched horizontally before He Pingsheng, trying to block the strike.

But unexpectedly—

Riiip…

The robe tore open; the black spear pierced through and kept advancing.

And its speed was unmatched.

"Miscalculation!" Mingyue frowned, but he wasn't alarmed—he unleashed all his magic power into his right arm.

His massive bare right arm turned metallic.

He punched toward He Pingsheng!

Result… still useless!

Puch!

He Pingsheng's spear pierced through his right arm.

It severed his forearm and hand clean off.

A rain of crimson blood fell.

"Damn…" The Buddhist disciple cursed for the first time ever, his face flushed with shame and rage.

Before he could react, Wang Dun had already leapt into the void, both hands gripping a massive black-hafted axe, slashing down from above.

"Ahh!" Mingyue screamed—his left arm was also severed.

He never imagined two Nascent Soul insects could unleash such power.

But Void Refinement Grand Realm was still Void Refinement Grand Realm.

After losing both arms to He Pingsheng and Wang Dun's pincer attack, his body instantly shrank and retreated.

Simultaneously, the black Buddhist beads around Mingyue's neck exploded outward, transforming into one hundred eight golden stars circling his body, shielding him from further attacks.

Mingyue's Buddhist energy shifted—his severed hands regrew within a single breath.

"Good… good… good…"

Mingyue Buddha stared at He Pingsheng and Wang Dun: "I never expected humans to produce two astonishing geniuses!"

"Too bad!"

"Hahahaha…" Mingyue laughed loudly: "One human is enough for this world… I don't need you two!"