Clap, clap, clap...
He Pingsheng clapped his hands, picked up a ring, then took a brand-new Daoist robe out of his own ring and put it on.
Under the adjudicator's dumbfounded gaze, He Pingsheng strolled out of the arena.
Outside, it was still bustling.
Not many people had paid attention to the match between He Pingsheng and Liang Zihe.
Except for the people from Mount Kunwu and Red Lotus Immortal Valley.
"Congratulations!"
"Martial Nephew He, you won!"
Xi Qingsheng looked at He Pingsheng with envy written all over their face.
He Pingsheng smiled.
Suo Lin reached out and pulled He Pingsheng down to sit beside her. "How did you win so quickly? Just a moment ago, I saw that you two hadn't even started fighting. Then I looked again, and you were already done!"
"Where's Liang Zihe? Why haven't I seen him?"
He Pingsheng smiled. "Liang Zihe? He's already in pieces. He can forget about ever walking out of that Grotto-Heaven Immortal Talisman."
"Ah..."
Everyone was shocked.
At that moment, all of them had to reassess He Pingsheng's strength.
"He Pingsheng..." Just then, a furious roar came through gritted teeth. The short, dark, fat Master in the Clouds had arrived at the Red Lotus Immortal Valley camp at some point. Trembling, he pointed at He Pingsheng. "You... you... you deserve to die... You actually killed Liang Zihe?"
"Do you know that he was a genius our Mount Kunwu sees only once in a hundred thousand years?"
"I'll kill you!"
Clang...
In his fury, Master in the Clouds drew his treasured sword, seemingly forgetting that he was at the arena.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The next instant, six streaks of golden light flashed past, and six people landed beside Master in the Clouds from six different directions.
"No fighting!"
"Immortal, what do