Chapter 740: Who Has the Right?

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Xiangdu's heart jolted; he stared at He Pingsheng in disbelief.

Then he turned to Zhou Qingmei: "Qingmei… you… you… you've recognized him as your master?"

"Become his Dao slave?"

He was angry, yet couldn't believe it.

After all, Zhou Qingmei hadn't yet spoken her confirmation.

Zhou Qingmei said nothing, only looked at Zhao Xiangdu with utter contempt.

"Say something! Is it true? Is it or isn't it?" Zhao Xiangdu, a Mahayana Emperor, had completely lost his usual composure.

Zhou Qingmei said: "You can become a Dao slave of the Phoenix Clan—why can't I, Zhou Qingmei, become a Dao slave of the human race?"

These words enraged Zhao Xiangdu completely.

In his entire life, he hated most being called a slave of the Phoenix Clan.

Though, in truth, he was.

"Zhou Qingmei… you… how can you compare to me?"

"He's just a lowly human… this mere He Pingsheng—how can he compare to the Phoenix Clan?"

"The Phoenix Clan are Celestial Clan—they've given me countless cultivation resources, raised me to Mahayana Emperor, granted me the position of Domain Lord of the Undying Emperor Realm, and bestowed upon me the Undying Sacred Flame, one of the Ten Primordial True Fires!"

"What is this He Pingsheng?"

"What can he give you?"

At this moment, Zhao Xiangdu lost all reason.

All his unspeakable family shame had been spilled out by his own mouth.

Logically, as a Mahayana Emperor, his heart was rock-steady; under normal circumstances, he could never lose control like this.

But today, the blows to his heart were simply too great.

The woman he loved—whom he himself had killed—was now alive and well?

That was the first shock.

The second shock: his woman had become another's slave.

Everyone understands what a slave means.

If you possess a beautiful female slave, tell me—what man on earth could resist?

Making love with a completely submissive female slave brings pleasure no ordinary woman can match.

Zhao Xiangdu had enjoyed this pleasure countless times.

But now, his woman… somehow… somehow…

He trembled all over, staring at He Pingsheng: "You… deserve to die…"

He Pingsheng showed no fear; instead, he spoke calmly: "Sir, you too seem deserving of death."

"Hahaha…" Zhao Xiangdu laughed loudly: "He Pingsheng… you think you're so powerful?"

"Human genius?"

"Supreme prodigy?"

"Don't think that because you've made a name for yourself among humans, you're invincible—soon, you'll learn that prodigies on this Flame Continent are as numerous as fish crossing a river, and you're merely one among the ordinary!"

"Besides, right now, if I wished, I could crush you with a single slap!"

He Pingsheng remained unmoved, seated calmly in his seat, still smiling faintly, speaking slowly: "You cannot."

"Cannot?" Zhao Xiangdu, hearing He Pingsheng's words and seeing his nonchalant attitude, felt his anger and pride rise further: "He Pingsheng, you may be a genius, a prodigy—but your Void Refinement realm? To a Mahayana Emperor, you're nothing but an ant!"

"You look at me as an ant looks at the heavens!"

"How convenient!" the Great Lun Mingwang on the jade lotus throne suddenly spoke: "I recall, when Duan Feihong tried to kill him, he said the same thing—yet in the end, heaven failed to kill this tiny ant!"

"What?" Zhao Xiangdu was stunned: Duan Feihong?

Hiss… hiss… hiss…

Not just Zhao Xiangdu—the entire hall, countless prodigies, even the Mahayana Emperors in front—all drew sharp breaths.

Who was Duan Feihong?

The eleventh most powerful Mahayana Emperor on the Flame Continent.

No…

Since the Old Zhu Que ascended, he had risen to tenth.

And he still couldn't kill him?

"This…" the Golden Vajra Demon Emperor suddenly spoke, turning to the Great Lun Mingwang: "If a Void Refinement cultivator can defeat a Mahayana Emperor, then this Stone Platform Gathering has no suspense left!"

"Not quite," the Great Lun Mingwang smiled: "Back then, it was I who blocked Duan Feihong—otherwise, he would have killed this ant."

"Yet regardless, this variable—the Undying Divine Emperor—you cannot ignore!"

Zhao Xiangdu turned to the Great Lun Mingwang: "Are you saying, if I kill him, you'll intervene?"

The Great Lun Mingwang smiled: "Who knows? I don't know."

"Perhaps not… but then again, perhaps I will."

"Hehehe…" from the other side, the Empty Void Demon Emperor spoke: "Zhao Xiangdu, I advise you not to act—unless I'm wrong, this fellow carries a top-grade substitute-dummy puppet!"

"You can't kill him, yet you'll make yourself a powerful enemy—is that worth it?"

It wasn't that the Empty Void Demon Emperor was kind.

He wanted to keep He Pingsheng alive so he could kill him himself.

Last time, because Wang Dun escaped, the Empty Void Demon Emperor's Dao heart had been severely disturbed.

To restore peace to his Dao heart, he must kill Wang Dun.

Not just Wang Dun—also He Pingsheng.

Only by personally eliminating both could his Dao heart be perfected.

So how could he let Zhao Xiangdu kill him?

As for the top-grade puppet?

Hehe… one setback, one lesson learned.

After Wang Dun escaped last time using a top-grade substitute-dummy puppet, the Empty Void Demon Emperor began studying them intently.

Now, he had perfected a special divine art—no matter how the opponent revived via the puppet, he could still tear open space and track their trail.

Until he killed them.

"He Pingsheng!" After hearing this from two Demon Emperors, Zhao Xiangdu dared not act. He took a deep breath, softened his expression, and said: "Old man and you—we're both human. We should cherish each other!"

"It gladdens me that the human race has produced such a supreme prodigy!"

"So—return Zhou Qingmei to me, remove the slave seal from her, and I'll pay any price!"

Zhao Xiangdu spoke with conviction.

He Pingsheng asked: "Will you pay with your life?"

"You…" Zhao Xiangdu turned pale with rage: "He Pingsheng, don't push too far!"

"You're the one pushing too far!" He Pingsheng sneered: "Back then, you betrayed your own kind to climb the gods' ladder—your ambition was cruel, your ingratitude absolute—you murdered your own fiancée, Zhou Qingmei!"

"Now that you've reached Mahayana Emperor and seen Zhou Qingmei again, you want to claim her for yourself?"

"I ask you—what right do you, Zhao Xiangdu, have?"

"A traitor who betrayed his own kind. A man who murdered his own Dao partner. What right do you have to demand she return to you?"

Zhao Xiangdu roared: "I had my reasons! I can make amends now!"

"And what right do you have?" Zhao Xiangdu's roar shook the heavens.

He Pingsheng smiled: "She died by your hand—but I brought her back to life. Her life belongs to me. Tell me—do I have the right?"