Chapter 733: So This Is What Five-Five Balance Means?

"The Haikun clan, prodigies present, please take your seats!"

Another crisp voice called out.

Then He Pingsheng saw twenty people walk into the grand hall in a rush.

The Haikun clan!

"Haikun?" He Pingsheng frowned: "What kind of race is that?"

This race easily brought to mind the Kunpeng.

"Young Master, this is the Kunpeng clan!" Zhou Qingmei said.

Nan Qiqi added: "Actually, they're not quite the Kunpeng clan, but a race possessing Kunpeng bloodline—and their Kunpeng blood is very strong!"

"Kunpeng is one of the Nine Celestial Clans!"

He Pingsheng nodded.

He knew the Nine Celestial Clans: Zhu Que, Shen Gui, Bai Hu, Tian Hu, Kunpeng, Jin Wu, Kong Que, Kong Kong Shou, and Tian Yuan.

"So if the Haikun clan insists they're also one of the Nine Celestial Clans, it's not impossible—just suspicious."

"Oh… of course!" Nan Qiqi continued: "Haikun and Tianpeng are inseparable. The Tianpeng clan is the same—possessing Kunpeng bloodline, considered a branch of the Nine Celestial Clans."

This classification differs from Kong Que.

Kong Que has Da Lun Kong Que, Jiucai Kong Que, Feitian Kong Que, and Qian Lan Kong Que.

All four are parallel, pure-blooded Kong Que lineages.

But Tianpeng and Haikun are not pure Kunpeng bloodline.

There's a difference.

And it's a big one.

Whether prearranged or coincidental,

right after the Haikun clan entered the hall, another crisp voice rang out: "Prodigies from the Tianpeng Imperial Domain, please enter and take your seats!"

Well, Haikun and Tianpeng came together after all.

The next moment, He Pingsheng sharply turned his head.

Tianpeng Imperial Domain.

He thought of one person: Tian Yu.

Tian Yu was the son of the divine crane king, Shen He, possessing eight or nine fortunes, and when he took human form, He Pingsheng had crafted his sixth-rank transformation pill.

Indeed!

He Pingsheng immediately spotted Prince Tian Yu.

He ranked second among the ten Tianpeng prodigies.

The first was a man clad in a golden robe.

He Pingsheng's spiritual sense swept over the man and discovered his true form was a Jin Peng.

No wonder.

This guy is almost certainly a descendant of the Tianpeng Demon Emperor.

Beyond these two, He Pingsheng's gaze moved further back.

He spotted another familiar face: Liu Haoran.

And beside Prince Haoran stood He Pingsheng's enemy: Tian Yao.

Well, wasn't Liu Haoran done with Tian Yao?

Why did he bring her along?

Tian Yao's gaze also turned toward He Pingsheng.

Her eyes held a pitiful, pleading expression.

"Brother He…"

"Senior Brother He…"

As they spoke, Liu Haoran and Prince Tian Yu hurried over to He Pingsheng's side; they saw him, and he saw them.

"Hello!"

He Pingsheng immediately stood and bowed.

"Hey!" Liu Haoran chuckled, then slapped He Pingsheng's shoulder: "Didn't expect to see you here, Brother He. Are you here representing Zhu Que?"

"Mm." He Pingsheng nodded.

Liu Haoran quickly explained: "I know you and Tian Yao have a grudge, but I was ordered to bring her."

"She's not here to compete—just to observe the top prodigies of Tianhuo Continent."

"It's fine." He Pingsheng didn't care.

"Good! Brother He, we'll take our seats. Let's get together later!" Tian Yu bowed politely, then the two left.

One clan after another entered.

After about half an hour, another voice rang out: "Prodigies of the Tengshe clan, please enter and be seated!"

He Pingsheng noticed this time it wasn't "take your seats"—just "be seated."

He didn't even turn to look.

After all, the Tengshe clan wasn't a major race.

But others were already gasping.

"Wow… such a beautiful woman!"

"Damn, they're all women!"

"No no no… damn… that black-faced guy is human, right?"

"Another human?"

"Has humanity become this strong?"

He Pingsheng, drawn by the murmurs, turned his head—and saw… Wang Dun.

Wang Dun's black face stood out sharply; he stood before nine women, clearly the core of the Tengshe clan.

Damn…

He Pingsheng silently cursed inside: Does Senior Brother Wang always make such a show every time he appears?

Wang Dun's gaze also turned toward him.

Seeing He Pingsheng, his eyes lit up, and he shot over in a flash: "Hey… little brother, you're here too?"

"Didn't that old hag come after you?"

He Pingsheng: ………………

I nearly died because of you!

"Excuse me, please move aside—I need to catch up with my brother!" Wang Dun casually sat down beside Hu Tianci, the White Tiger Prince, then shoved hard, displacing him.

"You—" Hu Tianci was furious: "You're rude!"

"Who's rude?" Wang Dun turned, his black face glaring at the White Tiger Prince: "Little tiger, when we fight on the arena later, I'll let you have three moves first—deal?"

"I'm not taking your seat—just let me sit here a moment to chat with my brother, okay?"

"Brother Hu!" Nan Qiqi stood up: "Why don't you sit here instead?"

Hu Tianci wouldn't sit in Nan Qiqi's place—he snorted coldly: "Fine… humble… uh… human. Don't let me cross paths with you. If we meet on the battlefield, guess how many moves it'll take me to kill you?"

"Hmph…"

Hu Tianci stormed off.

"Hehehe…" Wang Dun grinned, his black skin splitting open to reveal snow-white, even teeth.

His teeth were truly excellent—bright and perfectly aligned.

"Senior Brother Wang, how did you end up with the Tengshe clan?" He Pingsheng asked, puzzled.

Wang Dun replied: "Forget that—little brother, it's rare to meet, let's talk about something useful…"

"Wait a sec… I'll show you something precious…"

He reached into his body, then gazed upward, tapping the air with his right index finger. After a series of gestures, a black jade talisman appeared in his hand.

"Here, little brother—take this treasure!"

"Fresh off the forge, still warm!"

He Pingsheng didn't refuse, reaching out to take the talisman.

Where's the warmth?

It's cold as ice!

Still, Senior Brother Wang always gives me something unexpected.

And that gesture—staring at the void, tapping the air—what technique is that?

"What kind of talisman is this?" He Pingsheng asked.

Wang Dun grinned mysteriously: "Hehehe… Five-Five Balance…"