Contest Among the Immortals
The ultimate battle erupted!
He Ping, by his own strength alone, faced the assembled immortals.
This battle could be called an unprecedented spectacle, one that had not been seen even in a thousand years!
Over the past thousand years, how often had immortal and divine powerhouses across the world erupted into a world-shaking battle of this level?
When had so many True Immortals and loose immortal-level powerhouses ever gathered for one great battle, joining forces to besiege a single enemy?
"I can't use up the last unopened portion of the Emperor You's Blood Essence. Wu Yousheng is still out there..."
Though He Ping displayed an exceedingly arrogant attitude, precise calculations lay hidden in the depths of his eyes.
Wu Yousheng's hidden methods were truly formidable. He had suffered a grievous loss before, so how could he possibly fail to stay on guard?
Moreover, with the power the Emperor You had bestowed upon him, he could still sense that after Wu Yousheng's puppet had been severely wounded, it had not vanished. Instead, an even more powerful will had locked onto him.
"That bastard Wu Yousheng really is a lingering ghost..."
Of course, at such a critical moment, He Ping still had other options—for instance, giving up the Heavenly King Supreme Seed.
Originally, he had not valued the Heavenly King Supreme Seed all that highly. Yet after coming into contact with it, he gained a feeling: the Heavenly King Supreme Seed could also nourish the power of his second Heavenly Dao. For example, after absorbing this seed, his innate immortal body, from top to bottom, seemed to have received the nourishment of sweet rain.
In that instant, the flesh throughout his body gained a vibrant, spirited sensation. The countless particle-sized substances that formed this immortal body were all