Chapter 772: He Didn

He Pingsheng wanted to cry.

Chain-Soul Talisman!

Isn't this thing something I created myself? I've always used it on others—why is it stuck on me now by this Zhao Xiangdu?

The next instant, a peculiar sensation surged into his heart.

The soul within He Pingsheng's main body became linked with the souls of his five clones.

That meant if he died, the other five clones would be killed too.

Of course, the Chain-Soul Talisman still gave He Pingsheng a shred of dignity: if the talisman was attached to the main body, killing a clone wouldn't kill the main body.

But…

Right now, my main body is under attack!

At this moment, He Pingsheng prayed desperately that the 【Death-Substitute Doll】 he had nurtured within his body for so long would work.

Don't die, please.

Of course, even as he prayed, He Pingsheng didn't sit idle.

His magic power erupted violently, flooding entirely into the blood-red turtle shell.

In an instant, a blue phantom turtle formed around his body.

Now at Void Refinement ninth layer, the phantom turtle was far more solid than before.

And it wasn't just that.

"Heavenly Gang Three Transformations..."

He Pingsheng silently chanted, and the defensive power instantly tripled.

Relying solely on defense, He Pingsheng knew he still couldn't withstand Zhao Xiangdu's strike.

"Open…" In his right hand, the Primordial Purple Gold Staff instantly transformed into a pitch-black spear.

The next instant, man and spear became one, all destruction returning to origin.

Attack as defense!

At this moment, Zhao Xiangdu's palm finally came down.

The palm, shaped by the Law of Heaven and Earth, resembled a mountain peak, crashing down upon He Pingsheng's head.

The first thing to meet Zhao Xiangdu's attack was the blue phantom turtle shell.

Puff…

Though the turtle shell's defense was formidable, the two major realm gaps meant that even though Zhao Xiangdu hadn't used his full strength, the phantom turtle He Pingsheng had summoned shattered instantly.

Broken!

The good news was, Zhao Xiangdu hadn't used his full strength—so this strike had lost about half its power against the blue turtle shell.

But… half remained!

What now?

He Pingsheng's divine spear erupted violently; his body merged with the spear, attacking as defense.

Puff…

Zhao Xiangdu's descending palm was pierced through by the divine spear.

It looked incredibly sharp.

But in truth, the spear's thrust had expended every last bit of its power.

Zhao Xiangdu's attack still retained two or three tenths of its force, slamming down onto He Pingsheng's head.

At this point, if he took the blow with his body, He Pingsheng knew he'd likely die.

No—ninety-nine percent dead.

What now?

Void Dash!

He Pingsheng tried activating the Void Dash technique to teleport out of this space.

But… it wouldn't work!

In the past, under Tianhuo Divine Emperor Tian Jinpeng's attack, He Pingsheng had used Void Dash with perfect ease.

But today was different.

The surrounding void had been locked by powerful spatial forces.

A Body Integration realm's spatial seal could be broken by Void Dash—but a Mahayana Emperor's seal rendered Void Dash powerless.

He Pingsheng wanted to curse Zhao Xiangdu loudly.

Unfortunately, he had no chance to speak—the massive, solid hundred-zhang palm, already pierced through, crashed heavily onto his body.

Then, He Pingsheng was crushed beneath the mountainous palm and slammed hard into the ground.

Instantly, a colossal handprint appeared on the earth.

Radiating from the handprint, countless spiderweb-like fissures spread in all directions.

He Pingsheng had vanished.

"Dead?"

"Did the human prodigy just die?"

"This…"

"Huh… Mahayana Emperor power cannot be ignored!"

"Indeed… one realm's cultivation is one heaven's distance!"

Countless people sighed in awe.

Zhao Xiangdu also nodded satisfiedly, retracting his massive Law-Form body.

"Young Master…" Zou Qingmei, his servant, rushed frantically onto the giant handprint, searching everywhere.

But in the void, there was nothing but a thick mass of blood qi.

Gone?

Had He Pingsheng been blasted into blood mist?

"That's not right…" someone drawled loudly: "He Pingsheng isn't dead…"

Shhh…

All eyes turned to the source of the voice!

The speaker was Yuan Wuyou, son of the Golden Armor Demon Emperor.

Golden Armor Demon Emperor said: "Wuyou, don't speak nonsense!"

Yuan Wuyou replied: "I'm not speaking nonsense—He Pingsheng isn't dead… Look: Zou Qingmei is his servant. If He Pingsheng truly died, Zou Qingmei would have already been severed by the Heavenly Slave Seal!"

Thud…

One Demon Emperor slapped his thigh hard: "Right—he's not dead!"

Only then did everyone realize.

The Heavenly Slave Seal was extremely brutal.

The master could kill the servant with a single thought.

But if the master died unexpectedly, the servant bound by the Heavenly Slave Seal would perish instantly too.

Since Zou Qingmei hadn't perished, He Pingsheng was still alive.

Zhao Xiangdu's face turned ashen.

Everyone stared at the giant handprint.

Then, a miracle occurred.

Boom…

The ground beneath surged.

He Pingsheng crawled out like a worm from beneath the massive handprint.

"Ah… Puff…"

As soon as he emerged, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yes!

He Pingsheng wasn't dead.

He'd truly thought he'd die from that strike—but he hadn't expected his body, after body refinement, to be so resilient—it had held?

"Young Master… Waaah…" Zou Qingmei ran over and clung tightly to He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng extended his spiritual sense, pulling several Ice Jade Loquat Paste pills from his storage space and swallowing them whole.

Ice Jade Loquat Paste was a fifth-grade heavenly treasure, capable of instantly replenishing a Soul Transformation cultivator's dantian—but He Pingsheng was now Void Refinement; one pill couldn't fully restore him.

But better than nothing.

After catching his breath a few times, He Pingsheng looked at Zhao Xiangdu: "Zhao Xiangdu, with so many watching… you said yourself, if I survived your strike, you'd leave me alone!"

Zhao Xiangdu's face turned ashen.

All that confidence—and he didn't kill him?

Damn it!

This is awkward!

"Cough… cough… cough…" As soon as he finished speaking, He Pingsheng spat more blood.

The surrounding cultivators began murmuring among themselves.

"Good heavens… what kind of monster is this?!"

"He's still alive?"

"That was a Mahayana Emperor Realm! Two major realms higher!"

"Sssss... tell me, is He Pingsheng too strong, or is Zhao Xiangdu too weak?"

"He Pingsheng's combat power is truly terrifying!"

Everyone was discussing fervently!