Chapter 771: Zhao Xiangdu Acts

The results of the first trial, Three Dreams of the Red Dust, and the second trial, A Century of Enlightenment, have been released.

The overall score rankings have also been released.

He Pingsheng, along with many cultivators, gathered around to look at the stone tablet.

First place, without exception, was Feng Wanxi.

Moreover, Feng Wanxi's score reached an astonishing 371 points!

There was no help for it—Feng Wanxi gained a hundred points from her divine ability and another hundred from the stone.

Without these two bonuses, she wouldn't have even made the top ten.

Second place: Bai Zhiting.

Bai Zhiting scored ninety-eight in the dream trial and one hundred ninety-six in this one, for a total of two hundred ninety-four points.

Third place: Mingyue of the Buddhist Sect!

Fourth place: The Peacock Holy Maiden!

Fifth place: Tianyu, Crown Prince of the Divine Crane Clan!

Sixth place: The Divine Turtle Crown Prince!

Seventh place: Kongkong, Crown Prince!

Eighth place: Nan Qiqi!

Ninth place: The Phoenix Clan's Heavenly Prodigy!

Tenth place: The Peng Crown Prince!

Eleventh place: The White Tiger Holy Maiden!

Twelfth place: He Pingsheng!

Thirteenth place: Zhu Xuanlun and Wang Dun!

……

Wang Dun's ranking was also poor—he tied with Zhu Xuanlun!

Although Wang Dun scored a hundred points in the second trial, he only earned ninety-eight in the first.

That's why he was tied for thirteenth with Zhu Xuanlun!

Nan Qiqi also leapt ahead of He Pingsheng thanks to these bonus points.

"Let's go—the next spiritual sense test is in three days!"

Nan Qiqi happily approached He Pingsheng: "Brother He, impressive! Your comprehension is so strong, and your cultivation base has even improved!"

"I know you didn't even use your full strength!"

"Hmph…" Nearby, Zhou Qingmei let out a cold sneer. "All of them are cheaters—so despicable! If not for cheating, our master would have taken first place… no, at least second!"

Zhou Qingmei was deeply resentful.

She was even angry.

He Pingsheng smiled and said, "I'm angry too, but it doesn't matter. Remember our original purpose!"

"We didn't come here to chase high rankings—we came to help Zhu Que Imperial Domain enter the top thirty!"

"Judging by now, it's already secured!"

"Mm!" Nan Qiqi said. "Secured. The team ranking is currently sixth… hehe… great! I think we might even make the top ten!"

"Hehehe…"

Nan Qiqi was blunt—she spoke her thoughts aloud immediately.

"Oh, by the way… you all go ahead, I need to say something to Wang Dun!" Nan Qiqi waved her hand, then quickly hopped in front of Wang Dun, gazing at him with starry eyes.

"Master, you just said you were angry?" Zhou Qingmei looked at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng said, "A little."

"Hmph… I'm angry too!" Zhou Qingmei said. "Master, when we return to the retreat, vent on me… I… I don't want you upset. I don't want you angry!"

As she spoke, her cheeks were flushed, yet her expression was utterly sincere.

He Pingsheng was surprised: "You've come to terms with it?"

Zhou Qingmei said nothing, her face redder still.

"Come on, come on…" He Pingsheng took her hand and led her toward their temporary retreat.

Just as they entered the retreat, before any atmosphere could be built, He Pingsheng suddenly sensed a massive wave of deathly energy descending.

His inner alertness flared instantly; his magic treasures linked with his spiritual sense.

In his left hand, he gripped the blood-red turtle shell; in his right, he raised the Hongmeng Purple Gold Staff.

Boom…

The next instant, Zhao Xiangdu descended!

And he appeared directly inside He Pingsheng's retreat.

Seeing Zhou Qingmei had already shed her outer robe, revealing only her undergarments, Zhao Xiangdu flew into a rage. His vast spiritual pressure, laced with murderous intent, erupted into a storm that swept toward He Pingsheng.

The grand hall, encased in a sixth-rank array, shattered like paper, instantly torn to pieces.

The hall became a ruin.

The massive energy surge immediately drew the attention of others nearby.

Countless figures shot through the sky like streaks of light, turning toward Zhao Xiangdu and He Pingsheng.

He had planned to quietly kill He Pingsheng—but now it was under everyone's eyes.

Feng Di's face darkened; he wanted to slap Zhao Xiangdu dead: You idiot… now everyone saw it—how are you going to act now?

But Zhao Xiangdu remained calm. He drew a deep breath, his colossal spiritual form materializing in the void as he stared at He Pingsheng: "He Pingsheng… I give you two choices!"

"First: surrender your Heavenly Slave Seal and become my servant!"

"Second: I strike, and I kill you!"

"All of you!" Zhao Xiangdu turned his gaze to the other demonic emperors. "This all stems from He Pingsheng provoking me—daring to consort with my fiancée before my very eyes… Look… this humiliation—I cannot tolerate it!"

Zhao Xiangdu extended his hand and pointed at Zhou Qingmei.

At that moment, Zhou Qingmei had removed her robe and wore only her undergarments; under the gaze of all, she frantically pulled her outer robe back over herself.

Zhou Qingmei wished she could crawl into a crack in the earth.

"That's right!" He Pingsheng stepped forward quickly. "Zhou Qingmei is my servant. Whether I cultivate with her or unite with her—what business is it of yours?"

"Zhao Xiangdu, if you want to kill me, say so plainly—don't make up excuses!"

"Zhao Xiangdu!" As He Pingsheng finished speaking, a black-faced figure pointed at Zhao Xiangdu. "You dare lay a hand on him? You think I won't kill you? One day, I'll cut off your little brother's—"

"You son of a bitch… try it and see!"

Wang Dun stomped into the void, facing Zhao Xiangdu with fierce arrogance.

"Enough noise!"

Zhao Xiangdu flew into a rage and slapped his palm forward, striking Wang Dun directly!

Boom…

Though Wang Dun talked tough, he lacked the strength to match a Mahayana Emperor. Zhao Xiangdu's blow sent him flying tens of thousands of zhang away.

He wouldn't be returning anytime soon.

After flinging Wang Dun away, Zhao Xiangdu turned back to He Pingsheng. "Fine—I'll use only one strike. If you can withstand it, I'll spare your life!"

It seemed Zhao Xiangdu was being generous.

But in truth, it was no different from demanding He Pingsheng's life.

A Mahayana Emperor bullying a Void Refinement cultivator—if one slap doesn't kill him, he shouldn't live.

It's like a Golden Core cultivator unleashing a full-force blow against a Qi Refining cultivator?

Isn't that effortless?

Everyone understood this clearly.

Without waiting for He Pingsheng's answer, Zhao Xiangdu waved his hand—suddenly, a mountain formed and crashed down upon He Pingsheng's head.

"No!" Zhou Qingmei screamed in agony.

She tried to throw herself in front of the blow—but it was useless.

Her body was frozen in place.

She had been bound by some spatial law.

Shiiii…

A yellow streak of light shot out and slapped against He Pingsheng's body.

Chain Soul Talisman!