Chapter 710: Again Meeting Mahayana, Duan Feihong

He Pingsheng walked out of the Sacred Flame Trading Association and instantly teleported out of the imperial city!

After leaving the city, he released Zhou Qingmei from his magic treasure's space.

The two then boarded the Silver River Sky Shuttle and headed straight toward Solitary Pine Mountain.

Solitary Pine Mountain was still quite far from Zhu Que Imperial City—even now, with the Silver River Sky Shuttle flying at full speed, it would take about two hours.

Don't think only two hours is short.

That distance was too vast to be expressed by any data.

"Has your lord obtained all the items?" Zhou Qingmei asked He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng nodded: "I got everything. Too bad I couldn't get any seventh-rank resources for you."

Zhou Qingmei smiled and said, "It doesn't matter… as long as you raise your cultivation quickly. Once you reach Body Integration, I'll travel the Spirit Realm with you—then seventh-rank materials will be easy to come by."

He Pingsheng said, "Fair enough… don't worry, Zhou Qingmei, that day won't be far off!"

As they spoke, He Pingsheng tossed all the newly purchased materials into the Treasure Gathering Basin.

Strengthen them slowly!

After the Silver River Sky Shuttle had flown for about an hour, it suddenly halted in mid-vacuum.

He Pingsheng was instantly stunned.

This was his shuttle—his magic treasure.

Yet now, without warning, his magic treasure had stopped dead.

He didn't believe this happened without interference.

He stood at the bow and swept his spiritual sense around.

Before him stretched endless, desolate mountains, utterly barren and uninhabited.

Where was anyone blocking their path?

He saw nothing—no trace at all.

Zhou Qingmei looked as if facing a mortal threat; she even unsheathed her Heaven-Frost Sword.

Yet even with her abilities, she couldn't detect who was behind this.

"My lord!" Zhou Qingmei, still alert, said, "Let's not continue. I'll open a space wormhole—we'll return directly to the sect!"

"No!" He Pingsheng shook his head. "Even Tian Jinpeng couldn't interfere with us so casually!"

"There's only one person I know who could do this…"

"If this person is chasing us, returning to the sect won't save us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark red Daoist robe slowly coalesced from the void a hundred zhang ahead.

The man was the Red Robe Daoist.

Tian Jinpeng's senior brother.

"You're right."

"Sharp eyes."

The Red Robe Daoist turned his head and looked at He Pingsheng and Zhou Qingmei.

Zhou Qingmei slightly extended her sword forward, trying to block his advance.

Too bad!

With a mere thought, the Red Robe Daoist made her sword fly out of her hand and vanish into the void ten thousand zhang away.

"This…" Not only Zhou Qingmei, but He Pingsheng beside her also trembled.

The man was simply too powerful.

He Pingsheng was almost certain: this man's cultivation was at least Mahayana Emperor Realm.

"Huh…" He Pingsheng took a deep breath, then extended his hands slightly forward in a respectful bow. "Disciple He Pingsheng of the human race greets you, Elder!"

"May I ask why you've stopped us without cause?"

"If you have orders, please speak plainly!"

Hummm…

The void rippled.

He Pingsheng felt a red cloud sweep past his vision—suddenly, the man in the crimson robe stood before him, as if he'd always been there.

The distance between them was only three chi.

As he looked closer, He Pingsheng saw the man was extremely tall, with pale skin and a face unnaturally youthful.

One word: handsome.

In terms of appearance alone, this man could rival the Moon Buddha of the Heavenly Buddha Domain—but this man possessed not only peerless looks, but also an arrogance and sharpness the Moon Buddha lacked.

They were incomparable.

"I am also human."

"Human… Duan Feihong."

The Red Robe Man bowed respectfully to He Pingsheng, returning his earlier gesture.

"Human?"

"Duan Feihong?"

He Pingsheng felt nothing, but Zhou Qingmei's reaction was like a startled hen—she nearly jumped: "Y-you… you're Duan Feihong? The one called the strongest human fighter?"

"Duan Feihong, ranked eleventh in combat power among Mahayana Emperors of the Heavenfire Continent?"

Among the top ten Mahayana Emperor combatants on the Heavenfire Continent, none were human.

But the eleventh was a human man.

That was Duan Feihong.

He Pingsheng's pupils narrowed slightly.

He had heard of Duan Feihong's name—he was human, after all.

Rumor said this man, though not a domain lord or a Numinous Emperor, possessed combat power even the Immortal Emperors could never match.

"No need for courtesy—it's me," Duan Feihong said, hands clasped behind his back, his wide crimson sleeves nearly dragging the ground, fluttering loudly in the celestial wind, ethereal and untouchable.

"I've never claimed to be the strongest human. I've never called myself that."

"Others simply overpraised me—it's just an empty title."

"Yes, yes, yes!" He Pingsheng hurriedly said. "Elder is universally recognized as the greatest human in the Spirit Realm. Disciple dares not disrespect—please tell me your command!"

As he spoke, He Pingsheng stepped back two paces.

He must remain ever vigilant.

Yet being this close to Duan Feihong filled him with invisible pressure.

Duan Feihong looked at He Pingsheng: "You seem afraid of me?"

He Pingsheng replied: "I don't know if you're friend or foe—I must be cautious."

Duan Feihong didn't waste words: "Enemy. Not friend."

He Pingsheng's pupils contracted again.

Zhou Qingmei had already gripped her Heaven-Frost Sword once more.

The Mahayana Emperor opposite them watched their movements, utterly unmoved.

He said: "I am Mahayana Emperor Realm, Level Eleven—stuck at a bottleneck…"

"So He Pingsheng, no matter how talented you are, you are no match for me. You never will be. You're not even worthy to be my opponent!"

"Everything you've done is useless."

He Pingsheng said nothing.

Duan Feihong continued: "I owe Tian Jinpeng a favor—he asked me to kill you. But since we're both human, I don't want to kill you. So… I'll capture you and hand you over to him, settling the debt."

"Too bad… too bad… settling Tian Jinpeng's favor means I'll now owe you a top-grade 【Substitute Puppet】."

"How do I repay that?"

Duan Feihong stared at He Pingsheng: "Either way, you won't die."

"Come with me."

He spoke as if it were nothing.

He Pingsheng's lips curled into a faint smile: "You say go, and I go?"

"What?" Duan Feihong said. "Do you think you still have strength to resist?"

"Before me, you're an ant. I am the heavens!"

"An ant facing the heavens—what can you do?"