Who could have imagined that the Arbitrator of the Interstellar Arbitration Court was so young and handsome? His face looked as though it had been carved by knives and axes, and it drew an exclamation of admiration from Wang Xu God. "In this era, you're the greatest genius of all. Challenging a Progenitor at the Star Envoy realm—throughout history, hardly anyone has ever managed that. You're more than qualified to become the master of Heaven's Gate. What a pity that you'll die here." As he spoke, High Mountain inexplicably appeared above them and descended toward Qing Ping.
Witch Spirit God cackled. Instead of attacking Qing Ping, he began arranging something.
Undying God shook his head and sighed. "Another prodigy is about to fall. How tragic, how tragic."
Jing-a-ling.
The blood-red bell rang. Qing Ping's expression turned cold and severe as he stared at Ancient God. "You can't suppress me. So what if I challenge someone above my level? You think you can suppress me without my true body appearing? No one can."
The cracks in the scales grew wider and wider, yet they still could not shatter completely.
Ancient God's ghostlike pupils fixed on Qing Ping. "I have to admit, you truly are a peerless genius, comparable to Xia Shang and Ku Jie in your generation. But this is where it ends." He raised his right arm and stabbed out with his index finger. It pierced through space—and Qing Ping's body at the same time, spraying blood across the starry sky.
Blood stained the corner of Qing Ping's mouth. His icy gaze changed, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints. Behind him, an eagle cry rang through the nine heavens, and a phantom Divine Eagle appeared.
Several members of the Seven Gods Heaven, including Ancient God, trembled. "The Mother Tree's Divine