He Pingsheng was truly sickened.
That bastard Egret was not only arrogant and contemptuous of others, but he also liked playing dirty.
Fine, play dirty-but then he could not even take losing?
After losing, he showed his rotten character and turned around to bite back?
The dozen or so fellow disciples around them all looked over, contempt showing in every pair of eyes.
That contempt was not directed at He Pingsheng, but at Egret!
"What?" Egret naturally noticed their contemptuous looks too, and immediately defended himself. "It wasn't me! This fellow played dirty first, and only then did I retaliate!"
"If you don't believe me, ask him!"
"Ow... it hurts like hell... it hurts like hell..."
"If he hadn't used some underhanded trick, how could a mere Profound Immortal have crushed my hand when I'm a Golden Immortal Stage Fourth Layer cultivator?"
As he spoke, the fellow brought all his strength and Daoist Law to bear, regrowing the right hand He Pingsheng had crushed.
It healed in an instant.
Such were the wondrous, mysterious means of Immortals.
He Pingsheng simply did not want to get tangled up with him, but he was no soft persimmon to be squeezed either.
Seeing the other man press him at every turn, he waved a hand and took out a grain-sized speck of light.
A white one!
At the sight of the grain-sized speck of light He Pingsheng produced, Egret immediately lost his nerve. He shrank back in fright and said, "He Pingsheng... don't do anything rash!"
"We're all fellow disciples. It's just a little disagreement between brothers. Don't go too far!"
He knew that this white, grain-sized speck of light held something that could be used against him.
If it were released and his grandmaster learned of the matter, although he would not