Thud...
The enormous Celestial Luan corpse crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Her ten-thousand-zhang body had only been her Dharma Manifestation. Once her actual corpse landed on the ground, it measured only several dozen zhang.
Yet that streak of Immortal Soul Golden Light made He Pingsheng inexplicably nervous.
"What is that?" He Pingsheng asked Stone Gatherer.
Stone Gatherer said, "Young master, that is Immortal Soul Golden Light!"
The battle between Stone Gatherer and Crimson Feather had already ended.
Neither had won!
Crimson Feather had stopped fighting!
Because that woman, Duan Nanfeng, was already dead!
Moreover, faced with He Pingsheng's enormous demonic body, which could blot out half the sky, a trace of fear had risen deep within Crimson Feather's heart.
"Open..." He Pingsheng did not pursue the matter of the Immortal Soul Golden Light. Instead, he opened all one hundred and eight hands at once, a demonic eye turning in every palm.
The sight was terrifying and eerie.
Clearly, He Pingsheng wanted to catch all his opponents in one net while he still had this cultivation.
"Fellow Daoist... wait, fellow Daoist..."
"We can talk this through!"
At the sight of He Pingsheng's countless arms and eyes, Crimson Feather immediately lost his nerve.
He had seen every detail of He Pingsheng killing Duan Nanfeng just now. Once that Heavenly Demon Divine Light was unleashed, even fleeing would be useless.
One strike would kill outright.
In Crimson Feather's eyes, an attack this powerful was virtually no different from an attack at the Supreme Unity Golden Immortal level.
"I'll give you ten breaths!" He Pingsheng stared at Crimson Feather and said, "Make your choice!"
"First, hand over your Heavenly Dao Slave Mark!"
"Second, let me kill you!"
"One... two... three... four..."
With that, He Pingsheng gave Crimson Feather