Chapter 711: Dalundimingwang

Upon speaking those words "how," Duan Feihong's body expanded to thousands of zhang in height, standing in the heavens.

Like heaven and earth!

Technique: Law of Heaven, Manifestation of Earth.

Vast waves of pressure descended from the majestic divine form, forcing He Pingsheng and Zhou Qingmei to crash onto the deck of the Silver River Sky Skiff.

Unable to breathe.

The gap in cultivation base brought a chasm of realm difference, leaving one utterly despairing.

"He Pingsheng…" A voice drifted down from high above, hollow and divine, like a god's: "I told you, I have no intention to kill you, nor to make you my enemy!"

"On the contrary, you are the hope and future of humanity—I greatly admire you!"

"I know you nurture within you a supreme substitute-dummy puppet. Even if I capture you and hand you to the Heavenly Flame Divine Emperor, he cannot kill you!"

"Consider it as me owing you a substitute-dummy puppet!"

"Is this… satisfactory?"

Duan Feihong still stood with his hands behind his back, expression haughty.

Below, on the deck of the Silver River Sky Skiff, He Pingsheng suddenly laughed twice and said: "What's this nonsense about 'heaven's ants'?"

"Don't boast about yourself, nor belittle me!"

"Even if I am an ant, so what?"

Boom…

The next instant, He Pingsheng, braving the overwhelming pressure of the Mahayana Emperor realm, rose to his feet.

From within his body, Nine Heavens Mystic Fire erupted, forming a solid thousand-zhang phantom that stood in the heavens.

Technique: Law of Heaven, Manifestation of Earth.

The same technique, the same Law of Heaven, Manifestation of Earth.

Unfortunately, due to his low cultivation base, He Pingsheng's divine form was smaller than Duan Feihong's.

Duan Feihong's divine form reached three thousand zhang.

He Pingsheng's divine form was merely one thousand zhang!

Yet this thousand-zhang divine form was enough to shock Duan Feihong.

He froze for three breaths before saying: "Good, good, good… what an unparalleled human prodigy!"

"I once saw the Buddha Prince Mingyue of the Buddha Emperor Realm, at Void Refinement stage, manifesting a three-hundred-zhang divine form—I thought him a miracle, the future of humanity!"

"Today, seeing you, I realize there is always a higher heaven!"

"I admit—you are strong!"

"Hahaha…"

"But so what?"

"Even so, in my eyes, you are still nothing but an ant!"

He Pingsheng said nothing more—he drew the Primordial Purple Gold Staff, slammed it open to two thousand zhang, and swung it through the air straight at Duan Feihong's head.

Technique: Heaven's Mechanism Thirteen Strokes!

Thirteen strokes merged into one.

This single stroke wielded immense power, amplified severalfold by the Heavenly Gang Three Transformations, causing the void to tremble and warp.

Yet!

Duan Feihong's divine form suddenly extended one hand.

With effortless ease, he caught He Pingsheng's divine stroke in his palm.

No matter how hard He Pingsheng pushed, the blow could not descend.

"Cut…"

Nearby!

Zhou Qingmei also activated the Law of Heaven, Manifestation of Earth, swinging her Heaven-Ice Sword, radiating unbearable cold, toward Duan Feihong.

Duan Feihong stood motionless in the void—he released his grip on He Pingsheng's Primordial Purple Gold Staff and returned it, then turned his right hand, pinching the phantom of Zhou Qingmei's 【Heaven-Ice Sword】 between two fingers.

Waves of icy energy surged forth.

Heaven-Ice crystallized, instantly covering Duan Feihong's hand, then his wrist, then his sleeve!

As the ice crept toward his elbow, Duan Feihong exerted slight force.

Boom—a shower of ice shards exploded from his right arm.

Sharp sword intentions surged toward Duan Feihong.

Yet at that moment, his internal immortal spiritual energy formed a thousand-chi wall around him, allowing Zhou Qingmei's sword intentions to rage without piercing even a single fold of his sleeve.

The heavenly wind howled, making Duan Feihong's python robe flap loudly.

Throughout, he never moved a step—merely raising a hand, he blocked the full-force attacks of both Zhou Qingmei and He Pingsheng.

Duan Feihong, with a faint smile, looked down at He Pingsheng and asked: "An ant?"

"Jiujioo…"

He Pingsheng did not answer—he released three crisp phoenix cries.

Xiao Feng Tingtong transformed into a thousand-zhang crimson phoenix, streaking across the sky, wreathed in blazing fire, diving toward Duan Feihong.

This was Tingtong's true form.

As the young phoenix flew, its tender voice roared: "Law of Heaven, Manifestation of Earth…"

The thousand-zhang crimson phoenix instantly expanded to ten thousand zhang, seemingly blotting out the entire sky.

Duan Feihong looked up in shock, staring at the colossal entity in the void: "True-blooded Fenghuang… Do the Feng clan even have such aberrations?"

At that moment, Duan Feihong suddenly felt pain in his palm.

He cried out, looked down—and saw eight black shadows flash and vanish, sinking into He Pingsheng's dantian.

He looked at his right hand: the dark red sleeve was severed, and his palm bore eight bloodied holes pierced by some magic artifact.

A green-black poison was spreading through his blood and wounds.

He Pingsheng looked up at the arrogant Duan Feihong and, imitating Duan's earlier tone, shouted: "An ant?"

Duan Feihong subtly shifted his magic power, expelling the poison from his body, then shook his head and said to He Pingsheng: "This is meaningless."

He Pingsheng coldly smiled: "You're wrong."

"Today, though I cannot defeat you or escape, I'll make you know—not every weakling will surrender!"

Hearing He Pingsheng's words, Duan Feihong's face wore an expression never seen before: solemn. "Good… I was wrong just now."

"You are not an ant."

"But… today, you must come with me!"

"You're wrong!" From farther in the void came a clear, bright female voice: "Duan Feihong, you're wrong!"

All three turned to look toward the distant void.

Two women approached from afar, one behind the other.

The front woman walked as if strolling through a courtyard, each step blooming a lotus; within a few breaths, she halted near the three.

She was tall, clad in a blue Dao robe adorned with golden speckles—like golden stars scattered across a blue night sky.

When they saw her face, all three drew a sharp breath.

Beautiful.

A beauty of heroic vigor, commanding the heavens.

"Dalundimingwang… is that you?" Duan Feihong's pupils contracted slightly.

The blue-robed woman said: "Correct… it is I, Duan Feihong. You have made two errors—I shall correct them."

Duan Feihong took a deep breath and bowed: "Please."

"First!" the blue-robed woman said: "You, a Mahayana Emperor Realm Level Eleven, were barely grazed by one at Void Refinement Level One—yet he still managed to ambush and sever your sleeve. This is no ant—this is the most unparalleled prodigy in all human history!"

"Compared to his talent, you are the ant."