He Pingsheng released his divine sense, then stood there, continuously sweeping his surroundings with it.
He needed to make sure Thunderclap would not suddenly return.
Fortunately, Thunderclap did not return. The cultivator from earlier soon came scurrying back. "Senior Brother Thunderclap... I found him..."
"That fellow Qingxuan has made it big now. He lives in courtyard forty-two in Sector B!"
"Would you like to go take a look?"
"Good!" He Pingsheng looked at the cultivator and said, "You can go!"
Then he found courtyard forty-two in Sector B.
In terms of its layout, this small courtyard was no different from He Pingsheng's.
He Pingsheng raised his head and knocked on the formation.
Soon, there was a response from inside the courtyard.
The formation opened, and so did the gate.
Qingxuan looked at He Pingsheng respectfully and said, "Senior Brother Thunderclap, did you... succeed?"
"Mm!" He Pingsheng nodded without saying anything else.
His voice differed quite a bit from Thunderclap's, so he did not dare speak carelessly, lest Qingxuan recognize him.
Instead, He Pingsheng extended a hand and pointed inside Qingxuan's cultivation grounds.
"I understand, I understand..." Qingxuan said. "Follow me, Senior Brother..."
The two entered Qingxuan's cultivation grounds.
The moment they stepped inside, the crimson flying sword in He Pingsheng's hand shot out with a whoosh, piercing Qingxuan's body before thunder could leave time to cover one's ears.
A single surge of immortal essence shredded Qingxuan's internal organs.
To He Pingsheng now, someone at human immortal first layer could not withstand a single blow.
All the more so when he attacked by surprise.
"Thunderclap... Senior... Brother... you... y-you..." Thunderclap, who had not yet fully died, trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He Pingsheng removed the mask from his face, revealing his original appearance.
"He... it's... you?"
Splurt...
With a trace