Chapter 688: The Overwhelming Spatial Technique

"You… are very confident!"

The white-haired cultivator stared at He Pingsheng, then waved his hand.

The other three, seeing his gesture, each took up a position guarding one side of the void.

Then, one by one, spatial laws erupted from their bodies, instantly locking down a thousand-zhang radius of surrounding space.

At this moment, He Pingsheng could no longer escape by conventional means.

"A prodigy like you, who makes the Heavenly Flame Divine Emperor wary—if you had truly reached Void Refinement, even if Tian Jinpeng offered me countless celestial treasures, I would never agree to kill you!" the white-haired man said coolly. "If I fail to kill you, or even if I do kill you but leave behind a single projection, it becomes an endless calamity for me!"

"Fortunately, you have not yet reached Void Refinement!"

"Let me see what tricks you have!"

The white-haired cultivator slowly raised his right hand, gathering a metallic glow between his index and middle fingers.

He flicked his wrist, and the metallic glow shot forward with a hiss, heading straight for He Pingsheng.

In flight, the light transformed into a golden arrowhead, rapidly absorbing the rules and spiritual energy of the surrounding void—within an instant, it swelled to five hundred zhang in size.

The colossal arrow loomed so large it nearly covered half the sky as it hurtled toward He Pingsheng.

Before the arrow even arrived, its overwhelming pressure struck first.

Waves of mortal threat filled the air around He Pingsheng.

He was immobilized by the other three, unable to move, flee, or dodge the giant arrow's assault.

And if he summoned a defensive magic treasure, no matter how strong, it would be torn to shreds by this arrow's force.

In short!

Without a miracle, He Pingsheng had an eighty percent chance of being unable to evade this arrow.

After all, the opponent's cultivation base was far too high.

Void Refinement, Level Eleven!

This was the highest cultivation base He Pingsheng had ever faced in his life.

Without exception!

More than a full realm above him.

Fortunately, he had cultivated the supreme spatial technique: 【Void Speed Movement】.

Hummm… hummm… hummm… hummm…

Just as the golden giant arrow neared He Pingsheng, the void rippled.

He Pingsheng's figure vanished outright.

The next instant, he appeared a thousand zhang away, now positioned above the four of them.

All four looked up, stunned.

Below, the colossal golden arrowhead slammed into the mountain range beneath them.

With a single strike, peaks shattered and the earth cracked open.

Cracks spread like spiderwebs in all directions, revealing flickering magma deep within the fissures.

The white-haired man had no time to observe where his strike landed—he tilted his head upward, staring at He Pingsheng. "Is this… a spatial technique?"

"How can there be such an outrageous spatial technique?"

He Pingsheng smiled. "Correct… it is a spatial technique!"

"Do you remember what I said earlier?"

"I cannot kill you—but you trying to kill me? That's pure fantasy!"

"Big Brother!" the red-clad woman said. "How can such an outrageous technique exist in the Spirit Realm?"

"I suspect this is some kind of secret art!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" the elderly man in green robes chimed in. "I also believe this is a secret art!"

The red-clad woman said: "If it's a secret art, it won't last long. Big Brother, don't be fooled by this fellow!"

"Keep attacking! When his secret art ends—or when he lacks sufficient blood qi to sustain it—we'll have him!"

"Hmm." The white-haired man agreed.

Boom… boom… boom…

He summoned a spiked club, which exploded into a thousand-zhang behemoth and smashed down toward He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng simply used 【Void Speed Movement】 again, effortlessly dodging.

"Again!"

The white-haired man unleashed every technique he had, attacking again and again.

He Pingsheng dodged each one with 【Void Speed Movement】.

In battle, his mastery of 【Void Speed Movement】 grew ever more refined.

"Damn it…" The white-haired man frowned, his face dark with rage. "What the hell is this damned technique? Even our combined efforts sealing the void can't stop him?"

"If we fail to kill him today, he will become our eternal curse!"

What to do?

The four had all seen He Pingsheng's combat power just now!

A mere Soul Transformation cultivator, slaying a Void Refinement.

It's not unheard of—but across the entire Heavenly Flame Continent, such prodigies number no more than ten.

Each one is a future Emperor.

To make an enemy of such a person—your future is clear.

If you can't kill him, don't make him your enemy.

"Brother He," the white-haired man said after a brief silence, drawing a deep breath and forcing a friendly expression as he stared at He Pingsheng. "We four siblings have no grudge against you."

"We came after you today only because we were paid to do so."

"Your true enemy is Tian Jinpeng!"

"Now, we four lack the strength to kill you—and you, likewise, cannot kill us four."

"Besides, we've all reached Void Refinement—none of us lack one or two projections."

"Even if you kill us, we can be reborn through our projections."

"It's better to resolve enmity than to deepen it."

"Shall we turn swords into jade today?"

Not just the white-haired man—the other three also held this sentiment.

He Pingsheng's lips curled in a faint cold smile. "What do you think?"

The white-haired man said: "I already said—we're not mortal enemies!"

"Here's an idea: if you agree, we can offer you compensation."

"It will satisfy you completely."

As he spoke, he pulled out a silver ring.

He Pingsheng smiled again. "Compensation? Fine… but I don't need you to give it—I'll take it myself."

The white-haired man's brow twitched. "What do you mean?"

He Pingsheng said: "Qingmei… it's your turn now."

"No one will escape, right?"

Hummm… hummm… hummm…

In the void, Zhou Qingmei's figure suddenly materialized.

"Master, rest assured—four ants. None will get away."

As she spoke, her Dao laws erupted, instantly locking all four in place.

"You…!" The white-haired man finally showed fear. "Y-you—you're Body Integration?!"

Zhou Qingmei's crimson lips curved into a faint smile. "You guessed right."

Despair flickered in the white-haired man's eyes.

Body Integration.

A full realm higher.

Even if she were only Body Integration Level One, crushing him would be no different than crushing an ant.