Wang Ping wore a smile, the mysterious light around him still lingering. His gaze shifted from Di Wen to the True Lords, and he said with a smile, "Do you Fellow Daoists also wish to spar with us?"
The Demonic Sword in his hand flickered and vanished without trace. He deliberately gave Tiangong two extra looks. In his clash with Di Wen just now, he had never launched an attack himself. Had he truly attacked, Di Wen's Physical Body and Primordial Spirit would certainly have suffered grave injuries.
The reason he said this now was to see how the other True Lords would react.
Upon hearing this, the other True Lords all looked at Wang Ping first. But Bai Yan and Xuanqing soon withdrew their gazes. Only Tiangong and Lieyang actually showed faint expressions of competitive intent.
Lieyang simply wanted to fight; it was the battle lust Fire Spirits bestowed upon them. Tiangong's thoughts were far more complicated. Yet that competitive urge flashed by only briefly before he suppressed it, putting on a compassionate expression as he said, "If you two Fellow Daoists have something to say, speak it openly. The Outer Realm Rebels are still watching us like tigers eyeing their prey. We must coexist in peace."
Staring at Wang Ping, he abruptly changed the subject. "This place is but an instant away from Jupiter orbit. The two of you are making such a scene—are you not afraid that shattering the starry sky will throw spirituality into chaos? Fellow Daoist, do you not consider the countless living beings of Jupiter's Ecological Zone?"
Hearing this, countless thoughts flashed through Wang Ping's mind. He then swept his gaze over the other True Lords present and said, "There is a question I have long wished to ask you all..." With an expression