Chapter 977

"He Pingsheng..."

"Die..."

After He Pingsheng was slammed to the ground, only two breaths passed before Feng Xian’s entire body transformed into a stream of light ten thousand zhang wide, hurtling toward the ground where He Pingsheng lay.

Just before reaching He Pingsheng’s body, the red pearl flew out again.

One move, double strike!

He Pingsheng defended passively, once more opening his tortoise shell.

Crack... crack... crack...

Cracks spread across the green tortoise shell.

Less than half a breath later, it shattered completely.

"Die..."

Feng Xian’s dual attack slammed violently into He Pingsheng’s body.

Puff...

Countless divine lights erupted, and amid the blinding radiance, a spray of blood shot out.

He Pingsheng was blasted deeper into the earth!

Dust churned up, obscuring all sight.

But the next instant, He Pingsheng emerged again from beneath the ground.

Now his face was even paler, and his entire body was covered in severe wounds.

"You’re resilient!" Feng Xian couldn’t help saying, seeing this: "He Pingsheng... to withstand multiple attacks from a scattered immortal and still live—you are truly the first person in Mahayana Emperor Realm!"

"Two elder brothers!" Feng Xian turned again toward Yuan Lu and Shen Mang: "With the Dao’s rules now hidden, after killing him, his soul fragments cannot be found—no matter how many incarnations he has, he’ll die here!"

"To avoid further delays, join me now and kill this brat!"

"Otherwise, when that old human immortal arrives, if this brat isn’t dead, we’ll be in trouble!"

"Kill this brat, and I won’t take a single thing from his treasures—all of it is yours!"

"What do you say?"

Feng Xian’s expression was grave.

As soon as these words fell, Yuan Lu the scattered immortal and Shen Mang the scattered immortal rose to their feet.

They weren’t fools!

They knew that if they failed to kill He Pingsheng, they would face endless retaliation from him.

But conversely, even if they did nothing today, would He Pingsheng not retaliate?

After all, the two were Feng Xian’s friends.

They already bore the mark.

Moreover, He Pingsheng’s astonishing defensive power had indeed shocked them—but his offensive power was hardly impressive either?

He’s already at Mahayana Emperor Realm Level Eleven, and still this weak?

Even if you reach Mahayana Emperor Realm Level Twelve, how much stronger could you possibly become?

How much more combat power could you gain?

Even if we can’t kill you then, your pitiful combat power certainly won’t be able to kill us.

Worst case, we’re forced into hiding, and you He Pingsheng ascend successfully.

That’s all!

But... if we kill He Pingsheng today, the gains would be enormous.

This brat possesses the Nine-Nine Destiny. Never mind whether he hides great secrets—just the dazzling treasures on him are enough to stir hearts.

After weighing the pros and cons, the two decided to step forward.

Of course, they also knew the one disadvantage: He Pingsheng couldn’t kill them, but he could retaliate against their clans.

But for these two, that problem barely existed.

Their clans were almost entirely gone!

Then... what do I have to fear?

"You... you dare to move?" Gu Miaochen stepped forward: "If you dare to act, you’re declaring war on my Wu Clan!"

"Hahaha!" Yuan Lu laughed loudly: "Brother Gu, we’re not targeting you—we merely wish to cleanse this Spirit Realm. Don’t worry, after we kill this brat He Pingsheng, we’ll share some spoils with you—you’ll thank us!"

"Elder brothers!" He Pingsheng quickly said: "You don’t need to intervene—even if I’m alone today, these three scattered immortals must all die..."

These words instantly ignited the three.

If they’ve already sentenced us to death, what are we waiting for?

Fight!

All three launched their attacks toward He Pingsheng.

Boom... boom... boom...

Beside them, Gu Miaochen instantly manifested her Wu God Golden Body and clashed with Yuan Lu.

Though Gu Miaochen’s combat power was strong, she was at a disadvantage against scattered immortals who didn’t consume lifespan.

After all, the enemy suffered no losses in battle, while she continuously consumed [Earth Mother Blood Pills].

On the other side, Shen Mang and Feng Xian launched a joint attack on He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng appeared unsteady, surrounded by peril.

He gave the impression he would die at any moment.

Yet he clung to life, barely hanging on.

"Yuan Lu!" Shen Mang couldn’t help shouting: "Quickly finish Gu Miaochen and come help!"

"Ao Cheng, elder brother..." He Pingsheng, seemingly on the verge of collapse, called out to Ao Cheng: "Could you lend me a hand?"

"If you help me slay these three scattered immortals, He Pingsheng will be eternally grateful!"

"I’ll reward you handsomely!"

"From now on, your Dragon Clan may claim an entire continent!"

"And I won’t take a single ring from these three—all of them are yours, Dragon Clan. What do you say?"

Ao Cheng’s eyes glinted with heat, but then he smiled and said: "Cough... cough... Brother He... to be honest, I want to help you!"

"But... I once swore an oath before the Dao—I will never interfere in the affairs of the Spirit Realm, never take part in any conflict here!"

"I’m sorry—I cannot intervene."

Intervene?

Are you joking? You’re about to die—what benefit would helping you bring me?

As long as I don’t stand against you and attack you, you should thank heaven and earth.

He Pingsheng asked again: "Ao Cheng, elder brother, you don’t have to help me... but can you guarantee you won’t aid the Phoenix Clan?"

He Pingsheng, enduring attacks from two scattered immortals, spitting blood, still conversed with Ao Cheng.

"Agreed!" Ao Cheng nodded: "Brother He, rest assured—since we Dragon Clan won’t interfere in the Spirit Realm’s conflicts, we certainly won’t aid anyone against you!"

He Pingsheng felt a pang of disappointment.

Damn it!

I’d planned to catch every fish here in one go.

Turns out the Dragon Clan won’t bite.

Fine, fine...

Even if the Dragon Clan didn’t bite, the blood of these three scattered immortals is enough to bring my Chaos Golden Scripture to Mahayana Emperor Realm’s peak.

Enough!

"Jin Ku... act now!"

In truth, his weakness and injuries were all feigned.

He aimed to lure more scattered immortals into attacking, then wipe them all out at once—without moral burden.

Nor would he be blamed.

"Very well... hahaha... I haven’t fought in so many years..."

"Today... let you brat see the terror of this old man!"

As he spoke, He Pingsheng saw another crimson light shoot out from within him, instantly forming a spear in midair.

The spear was not large—only a zhang long.

Yet it radiated a terrifying aura.

"This..." Feng Xian said: "Such terrifying energy—what imperial weapon is this?"

"No good!" Shen Mang shouted: "The terror isn’t the imperial weapon—it’s the cultivator wielding it! Damn it—run!"

He turned to flee.

Too late?

Puff...

The crimson spear pierced through his body at an undefended point.

Shen Mang the scattered immortal perished.