No Coming, No Going
He Ping felt pressure, danger, and risk unlike anything he had ever known.
It would not be an exaggeration to call this a life-and-death crisis.
After all, he had only just attained the immortal-divine rank. Before he even had time to consolidate his realm, he was facing attacks from two immortal-divine-ranked powerhouses.
At this point, he had no choice but to acknowledge Wu Yousheng's calculating prowess. No wonder that man had stirred up storms throughout the cultivation world and deceived all under heaven for so many years, yet remained standing to this day.
He Ping himself was as crafty as a ghost, a formidable figure skilled in schemes and calculations. Since making his name, countless powerful figures and renowned experts had suffered devastating losses at his hands.
Even the Heart Fox Great Sage had fallen into his trap, ending up disgraced and disheveled—like an old cat with its whiskers singed.
Even the Crimson Fiend Ant Mother, an ancient being with a lifespan nearing ten thousand years, had been plotted to death by He Ping.
Yet even with his intellect, he had fallen for Wu Yousheng's vicious scheme. Less than moments after breaking through to the immortal-divine rank, he had to face attacks from Six-Eared, that berserk ape demon, and the Tribulationless Daoist.
The Lotus King Fist came smashing from west to east, its iron fist spanning heaven and earth, utterly impossible to evade. Meanwhile, Tribulationless Second Life held between his hands a force imitating the myriad realms of space-time, like phantom bubbles, and drove it forth.
He Ping firmly believed that even if he had become a loose immortal, facing the perfectly coordinated encirclement of these two loose immortals and taking their vicious attacks head-on would leave him grievously wounded. Even his newly condensed immortal body