Chapter 873

"Not dead!"

"He survived the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation!"

The Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor muttered, his body stiffening.

What the hell did I just do?

I actually imprisoned a supreme genius with Nine-Nine Fortune?

Damn it!

How the hell do I apologize for this?

The Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor glanced at the Divine Thunder Demon Emperor, whose face remained pitch black, silent.

Though this matter had nothing to do with him from start to finish, he was still the Demon Emperor of this region, and He Pingsheng had been imprisoned in his Imperial Palace.

This is truly hard to explain.

A beam of golden light emerged from nothingness, then transformed into Creation Immortal Light, descending onto He Pingsheng's head.

He Pingsheng had no injuries, but with the nourishment of this Creation Immortal Light, his cultivation realm stabilized instantly.

Huh…

He exhaled softly, then stood up.

Outside his body, a cage of ten feet in diameter imprisoned him.

"Damn thing…" the Divine Thunder Demon Emperor roared: "Release him at once!"

"Yes, yes, yes…" The Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor moved to retract his Imperial Artifact, but the next moment he realized it had lost all connection to him.

"Bad!" the Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor said: "The spiritual imprint I left on the Imperial Artifact was erased by the heavenly lightning just now!"

"I… I can't open it either!"

"Unless we reforge it!"

The Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor's face twisted in bitterness.

At this moment, He Pingsheng inside the cage moved.

He extended both hands simultaneously.

Crackling…

A silver lightning force surged violently from his left arm.

Doushen Thunder!

Boom…

From his right hand, dark red Nine Heaven Mystic Fire erupted.

"This…" At this moment, countless onlookers turned pale.

"My heavens!"

"What did I just see?"

"That's Doushen Thunder—the number one among the Ten Primordial True Thunders…"

"Not just that—his right-hand divine fire is also no ordinary thing; it seems equal in rank to Doushen Thunder!"

"No wonder he's a Nine-Nine Fortune!"

"No wonder he's a genius of the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation!"

The surrounding onlookers shouted in shock, utterly stunned.

He Pingsheng softly uttered: "Merge…"

Snap…

The next instant, his two hands clapped together.

The power of Doushen Thunder and Nine Heaven Mystic Fire instantly merged.

A beam of red light threaded with lightning erupted violently between his palms!

Like a pillar of light stretching from heaven to earth, it slammed into the Imperial Artifact cage and shattered it with a crash.

The light's force did not fade—it surged another hundred thousand zhang into the void.

Vast waves of aura and Dao principles erupted from the pillar, sweeping across all directions.

The surrounding cultivators in the void were all blown backward by the shockwave.

Those with low cultivation retreated a thousand zhang; those with higher cultivation retreated dozens to a hundred zhang.

Only two Demon Emperors of Mahayana Realm remained unmoved in the void.

He Pingsheng waved his hand, collecting the shattered halves of the Imperial Artifact cage, then without a word, a purple-red staff shot through the void, expanding to a thousand zhang in length, and came crashing down upon the Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor's head.

With a single strike, space was sealed, time was locked!

This was merely an ordinary strike from He Pingsheng—no technique was used.

Yet the power and principles upon it were enough to terrify the Mahayana Realm Heavenly Yuan.

After all, he was only Mahayana Realm, second layer.

"Damn it…" He darkened his face, waving his hand to summon a golden seal.

Open…

With a roar, the seal expanded to hundreds of zhang, blocking above his head.

Just as the Hongmeng Purple Gold Staff was about to strike the seal, it suddenly transformed into an arrow, zipping past the Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor's head, piercing the unguarded body of the Peach Blossom Immortal a myriad zhang away, and slammed her into the earth with a thunderous crash.

Spurt…

Splash!

Blood rained down.

He Pingsheng's attack on the Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor was a feint—his true target was the Peach Blossom Immortal.

The Peach Blossom never spoke a word before perishing.

Yet she was a Cultivation of Body Integration; though dead, her soul fled her body, heading toward her avatar.

But suddenly, a black hook flew from the void, snatching her soul and dragging it to He Pingsheng's feet.

Technique: Huangquan Soul-Grabbing Chain.

"Spare me…"

"Spare me… He Pingsheng… we're both human—show mercy for the sake of our kinship!"

If earlier the Peach Blossom had merely feared, now she was terrified to her very bones.

She never imagined He Pingsheng possessed the ability to kill and steal souls.

If her soul was destroyed here, she would be truly dead.

Not only the Peach Blossom was terrified—all surrounding cultivators drew sharp, shuddering breaths: Could such an evil technique exist in the Spirit Realm?

The Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor was so frightened his legs trembled—he stepped back, trying to flee.

Too bad!

From He Pingsheng's artifact space, a streak of light shot out, blocking the Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor.

The one who blocked him was an old man.

He Pingsheng's Wood Avatar.

He too had just crossed the tribulation, reaching Body Integration, first layer.

Correct—the avatar had been crossing the tribulation inside the artifact space; otherwise, He Pingsheng would never have dared to cross it openly outside.

Their tribulations were synchronized, yet they couldn't occur together—so exposure was inevitable.

It was a desperate move.

Boom…

After landing beside the Heavenly Yuan, the avatar waved his hand, and a thousand-zhang golden divine banner erupted open, spewing forth imperial authority that overwhelmed ten thousand li.

The spatial laws within ten thousand li were disrupted.

Even Mahayana Realm cultivators could not escape by tearing open the void.

"Human?" He Pingsheng stared coldly at the Peach Blossom's soul: "When you plotted to capture me as a pill slave, why didn't you consider our kinship?"

"It's not my fault!" the Peach Blossom shrieked: "It was the Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor—he planned it all! He ordered me to trap you—he's the mastermind!"

"And all the alchemists who vanished near the Imperial City these years? He captured them to make pills for him!"

"And some array masters and talisman artisans too!"

At these words, all surrounding cultivators turned their furious gazes toward the two Mahayana Demon Emperors.

He Pingsheng said: "Well then, wish you a safe journey."

As he spoke, the Nine Heaven Mystic Fire shot from his hand, instantly incinerating the Peach Blossom's soul to ash.

Then he swallowed a drop of 【Seven-Colored Holy Lotus Tea】, gripped the Hongmeng Purple Gold Staff, and fixed his gaze on the Heavenly Yuan Thunder Emperor: "Don't even think of running—prepare to die!"