Chapter 976: Fishing with One

A massive club descended from the void without warning.

Feng Xian’s expression turned pale; she had no time to explain and immediately moved to flee.

Yes, her first thought was to run.

Too bad!

When she tried to move, she found it wasn’t easy—the surrounding void seemed frozen by some law-force.

But for a scattered immortal like Feng Xian, this immobilization wasn’t absolute—she merely felt the space thickened.

“Open—!” she roared, unleashing a torrent of magic power outward, finally carving a gap within He Pingsheng’s Time Paralysis technique, then shot away with a whistling sound.

He Pingsheng’s club struck the ground.

This place was the Immortal Mountain Piaomiao, whose body still obeyed the laws of the Immortal Realm, so though the club’s force was immense, it did not shatter the earth.

It merely shattered a few rocks at the mountain’s base.

“Trying to run?” In the next instant, He Pingsheng chased after her and brought down another club strike toward Feng Xian.

“He Pingsheng!” This time, Feng Xian did not flee—she had recovered. As his club came crashing down, she activated her defensive measures!

A black disc flew from her hand, instantly expanding to a thousand zhang in size, blocking beneath He Pingsheng’s club.

Boom…

The club slammed hard against the disc.

Yet the disc did not budge!

“Huh…?” After blocking He Pingsheng’s strike, Feng Xian was overjoyed.

She had two surprises.

First, He Pingsheng’s attack power was this weak?

Even if stronger than a normal Mahayana Emperor, the increase was negligible…

This attack could never kill me!

Not even close to the ancient Wu clan cultivator Gu Miaochen!

Second surprise: Feng Xian had assumed the Dao’s law still hadn’t fully entered the Jiazi Heavenly Blind period, so her own law-force should still be active.

Every action would cost her one hundred thousand years of lifespan.

But it didn’t!

The rule that deducted one hundred thousand years of lifespan had already begun to fail.

“Comrade Yuan Lu, Comrade Shen Mang—the law-force is gone now! Scattered immortals no longer lose lifespan when acting!”

“Look!”

Boom…

Boom…

Boom…

Scattered immortal Feng Xian unleashed three mighty attacks in succession, each aimed at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng raised his green turtle shell.

These three attacks caused him no harm whatsoever.

Because Feng Xian hadn’t used her full strength—she was merely demonstrating to others that scattered immortals no longer lost lifespan when acting.

“See? Hahaha…” Feng Xian laughed loudly: “Comrades, quickly help me slay this scoundrel!”

“Kill him, and the Spirit Realm will be at peace!”

Feng Xian called out to her two companions.

After all, she had no confidence in killing He Pingsheng herself.

But others weren’t fools.

Friendship was fine, but killing He Pingsheng? Better not.

Neither agreed nor refused—both merely smiled.

The Yuan Lu Daoist said: “Feng Daoist, he’s merely a Mahayana Emperor. Before, you were restrained by the Dao’s lifespan rule and couldn’t fight freely. Now that the restriction is gone, killing him shouldn’t be hard, right?”

“Yes, Feng Daoist, you can surely do it!” Shen Mang Daoist chimed in.

Feng Xian silently cursed the old foxes, then retracted the black disc, waved her hand, and produced a crimson bead.

The bead flickered in her hand, then hurtled toward He Pingsheng.

The bead carried the aura of Nirvana, exploding open with a roar.

Instantly expanding to a thousand zhang in size.

“Heavens… this is… this is… Nirvana True Fire!”

“Nirvana True Fire is in her possession?”

Many murmured in astonishment.

He Pingsheng was equally stunned.

Everyone knew the Phoenix Clan possessed several of the Ten Primordial True Fires—rumored to be four or five.

But after He Pingsheng slaughtered the Phoenix Clan, he never found this Nirvana True Fire.

He had only acquired one unrefined [Nine Yang True Fire].

Who would have thought this Nirvana True Fire was in this woman’s hands?

The attack launched by Feng Xian using Nirvana True Fire instantly sealed time and space.

If He Pingsheng activated his [Void Speed] technique, he could have evaded it.

But he didn’t dodge.

“Open—!”

He roared, and for the second time, he expanded his crimson complete turtle shell!

A solid, blue-green phantom turtle shadow enveloped He Pingsheng’s body.

At that moment, the bead charged with Nirvana Fire finally struck.

Crack… crack… crack…

The next instant, He Pingsheng’s blue-green turtle phantom cracked open.

Less than a breath later, the turtle phantom shattered completely.

The massive bead crushed directly over He Pingsheng’s body.

Boom…

He Pingsheng’s body was slammed hard against the foot of the sacred mountain.

Fortunately, the mountain’s laws were strong enough to prevent the ground from splitting.

But He Pingsheng spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned deathly pale.

“Die…”

The next instant, Feng Xian roared, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang divine phoenix soaring into the void, then dove down toward He Pingsheng, claws extended to tear him apart.

“Again!”

He Pingsheng wouldn’t just wait to die—he slammed open his True Form of Manifesting Heaven and Earth, and punched straight at the phoenix.

Boom…

Crack… crack… crack…

The phoenix’s blood-red claws gripped He Pingsheng’s fist phantom and tore with all their might.

His manifestation instantly collapsed.

Puff…

Puff puff puff…

He Pingsheng spat six or seven mouthfuls of blood in succession, his body falling back to the ground.

“He Pingsheng… what’s wrong?” Gu Miaochen said: “I heard you possess the [Void Speed] technique—you could have dodged!”

Her face was anxious.

He Pingsheng, pale-faced, replied: “The void is sealed—my technique is useless against higher-level cultivators!”

Gu Miaochen asked again: “Didn’t you fight Phoenix Clan’s scattered immortal ancestor when you were in Body Integration?”

“Pfft…” Feng Xian, now soaring as a divine phoenix in the void, sneered: “Back then, this scoundrel had a miraculous Five-Five Equalizer talisman slapped on my brother—he couldn’t touch him. Without that talisman, my brother could’ve killed him with one finger!”

“Hehehe…”

“He Pingsheng… you don’t have that talisman anymore, do you?”

Such a thing was impossible for Feng Xian not to know—after all, they were all Phoenix Clan!

“He Kid, you’re being dishonest!” Jin Ku within He Pingsheng’s body asked in confusion: “From what I’ve seen, your [Void Speed] technique could’ve easily dodged—why didn’t you?”

He Pingsheng sent a mental message: “Old bastard, shut up. Can’t you see I’m fishing?”

“Fishing?” Jin Ku froze: “Fishing for what?”

He Pingsheng: “You’ll find out soon enough!”