Chapter 978: Single Kill, Ao Cheng Fled in Terror

“Sssss…”

A crimson spear brimming with deadly poison spun through the void, leaving a red trail before slamming into Feng Xian’s fleeing body.

Too fast!

It pierced straight through.

Another streak of blood marked the empty air.

Then came two heavy, muffled thuds as the bodies of Shenmang the Immortal and Feng Xian the Immortal crashed onto the earth.

“Enough…”

He Pingsheng quickly communicated with Jin Ku: “Don’t kill the third one—leave him for me to finish off!”

“Got it!” Jin Ku said. “If you can’t kill him, I’ll step in!”

“Fine!” He Pingsheng waved his hand, instantly storing the two massive corpses in his magic treasure space, then turned toward Yuan Lu the Immortal.

Yuan Lu had already fled!

He couldn’t activate teleportation—though it could cover millions of miles in an instant, it required one or two breaths to cast.

That time was enough for Gu Miaochen to strike him a hundred times from behind.

So for Yuan Lu, the correct move was to create distance first, then escape.

Yet the next instant, He Pingsheng used a void dash and suddenly appeared directly in Yuan Lu’s flight path.

Without hesitation, he brought down his staff in a crushing blow.

Yuan Lu had no time to summon a magic treasure for defense—he could only hastily extend his internal magic power into a qi shield.

But a qi shield could withstand ordinary Mahayana Emperor-level attacks; it was useless against He Pingsheng’s full-power strike.

Boom…

In an instant, the shield shattered.

Then the massive Hongmeng Purple Gold Staff struck Yuan Lu the Immortal directly.

Yuan Lu’s body was blasted like a cannonball into the earth beneath Shenshan.

It carved out a crater a hundred zhang across.

Had this struck the surface of the Spirit Realm, ten thousand li of land would have been pulverized.

“Puh… puh-puh…” Yuan Lu spat blood—he finally realized his mistake!

A colossal mistake!

He’d assumed He Pingsheng’s attack power was weak, thinking he could swoop in and snatch the fruit.

Damn it, this bastard was faking it!

“You tricked me…” Yuan Lu teleported into the void, glaring at He Pingsheng in fury: “You did this on purpose!”

“Correct!” He Pingsheng’s face twisted into a cruel grin: “Take this punch…”

Boom…

From a thousand zhang away, He Pingsheng threw a single punch.

Five spectral dragons of different colors surged from the fist.

“Roar…”

The dragon roars shook heaven and earth.

The next moment, the five dragons merged into one, then roared again.

That roar echoed like a celestial dragon descending from the Immortal Realm, its breath sweeping across billions of li.

Even the Mahayana Emperors of Piaomiao Mountain felt a whisper of death’s threat.

“So strong…” Ao Cheng the Immortal trembled in awe.

Then the five-colored divine dragon surged toward Yuan Lu Daoist.

“Open!” Yuan Lu Daoist wouldn’t just wait to die.

He couldn’t escape, but he had time to defend.

Boom-boom-boom…

A ten-thousand-zhang divine deer manifestation erupted, and a golden seal materialized into a thick barrier.

This was his defense.

But it was useless!

The power of He Pingsheng’s Five True Dragon Fist was simply too overwhelming.

Boom…

The barrier formed by the jade seal shattered instantly.

The force of the dragon fist didn’t dissipate—it struck again, this time slamming into Yuan Lu’s ten-thousand-zhang manifestation body.

The manifestation shattered.

The power of He Pingsheng’s dragon fist still hadn’t fully expended; its final surge struck Yuan Lu’s true body.

Yuan Lu, who had just ascended into the void, was slammed back onto the earth.

Then another shadow descended from the sky.

It was a massive black divine spear.

The spear’s razor-sharp tip plunged into the swirling dust of the crater.

Blood spurted.

When the dust cleared, all that remained was a thousand-zhang divine deer corpse, twitching violently in the pit.

Yuan Lu—dead!

He Pingsheng didn’t hesitate—he swept his hand and took Yuan Lu’s corpse, storing it in his magic treasure space.

Huh…

With everything done, He Pingsheng finally exhaled deeply.

Countless Mahayana Emperors around him were stunned silent.

Just got hit, then instantly turned the tables?

Even a dog could tell he’d been faking it.

But what shocked them was that He Pingsheng, merely a Mahayana Emperor, had slain three Immortals?

How could he be this strong?

He Pingsheng turned slightly, glancing at the dragon clan with regret.

He’d planned to lure both dragon clan Immortals into his trap—but those two were too slippery.

But that single glance from He Pingsheng nearly shattered Ao Cheng’s soul.

Right now, at this moment, he knew he was no match for He Pingsheng.

Fighting him meant zero chance of victory.

“He… He Daoist…” Ao Cheng stood up, breathing hard, his body rigid with trembling: “He Daoist, I’m not refusing to help you—I truly don’t want to get involved in the Spirit Realm’s conflicts! You yourself promised me that back then!”

He Pingsheng nodded: “I understand your predicament, Ao Cheng Daoist. But tell me—does your dragon clan’s presence here at Piaomiao Mountain count as involvement in the Spirit Realm’s conflicts?”

Ao Cheng fell silent.

Of course!

You said you wouldn’t interfere in the Spirit Realm’s affairs—then why the hell are you here at Piaomiao Mountain?

“Ah, ah, ah… I get it now!”

“We’re leaving right away…”

“Wait!” He Pingsheng said. “I’m not driving you away—it’s your freedom to enter or not!”

Ao Cheng said: “I just remembered—I shouldn’t break this heavenly oath!”

“Wait!” As Ao Cheng and the other dragon clan Immortal began ascending into the void to leave, He Pingsheng suddenly called out.

“He Daoist, what else do you require?” Ao Cheng asked.

He Pingsheng smiled: “I’ve been cultivating recently and need two hundred vats of dragon clan Immortal blood. Could you lend me some? Don’t worry—I’ll return it, once my divine art reaches completion!”

“Ah… this…”

Ao Cheng nearly wept.

Two hundred vats?

Are you joking?

Are you trying to kill me?

But he dared not refuse: “Yes, yes, yes… He Daoist, I’ll go prepare. When this Piaomiao Mountain affair ends, I’ll personally deliver the blood to you!”

Saying that, Ao Cheng turned and fled without looking back.

…

“Sigh…” Beside Ao Cheng, the other dragon clan Immortal, Ao Feng, sighed: “Big brother… if we don’t enter Piaomiao Mountain now, we’ve lost big time!”

“Lost my ass!” Ao Cheng snapped. “We should be grateful!”

“Grateful?” Ao Feng stared blankly.

Ao Cheng said: “Why did He Pingsheng, who clearly had the power to kill Feng Xian in one strike, pretend he couldn’t?”

Ao Feng replied: “I know—he was luring Yuan Lu and Shenmang into the trap!”

“No!” Ao Cheng said. “If I’m not mistaken, from the very start, he was targeting the two of us!”

“And I’m certain now—he wants Immortal blood!”

“What would’ve happened if we’d stayed and not fled?”