In the dark void, shattered Starfalls lay everywhere.
Jiang Ping An stood atop a Starfall, sweeping his gaze across the three Top-Tier Experts as his heart began pounding uncontrollably.
This time, the odds were grim.
Jiang Ping An stared at Si Kongyu and spoke coldly. "Just to compete for first place, you joined forces with the Demon Race to kill me?"
"Of course not because of something so trivial. I already told you—it is for the inheritance."
Jiang Ping An frowned deeply. "Inheritance? What inheritance?"
"I am from the Yin Yang Divine Hall."
The moment Si Kongyu said this, Jiang Ping An understood.
Earlier, while helping the Devil Race fight, he had killed someone with the Taiyin Saint Emperor Body, and that person's father had placed a bounty on him.
That top-tier expert had left a special tracking mark on him. As long as someone from the Yin Yang Divine Hall came near, they would sense it.
No wonder this woman had been able to find him. So that was it.
"The Yin Yang Divine Hall again." Jiang Ping An's face remained expressionless, but his fists clenched with audible creaks.
Si Kongyu's crescent-shaped eyes fixed on Jiang Ping An. "Will you be tortured to death by me, or give up resisting, suffer a little less, and be slain by me? Choose."
Jiang Ping An suddenly sighed. "I only broke through not long ago. How could I possibly fight three top-tier elites? Just do it."
He restrained his aura. The Battle Soul Armor on his body vanished, and the bones protruding from his elbows withdrew. He closed his eyes, as if he had given up resisting.
The Iron Hoof Immortal Cattle spoke. "This man is extremely sinister and cunning. He would never surrender so easily. Attack together and kill him!"
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