"All right, I agree!"
He Pingsheng nodded.
He had no desire to be saddled with the Daoist name Zhiba.
When He Pingsheng agreed, the senior brothers around him began hooting one after another.
Finally, the elephant-trunked immortal said, "Come on, come on... junior brothers, let's take the fight outside!"
"The arenas in the city aren't very suitable!"
And so, a dozen or so people clustered around He Pingsheng and Egret. Together, they flew into the void, swept across the entire immortal city, and headed outside.
Flying was forbidden within the immortal city, but they were all disciples of the Immortal King Palace and had no such concerns.
Rules were made for the weak, not for the strong.
Soon, everyone arrived amid a vast mountain range west of the immortal city.
"Let's do it here!" the elephant-trunked immortal said. "You two fight, and we'll bear witness!"
"But we still need to agree on the rules beforehand!"
"First, Egret, suppress your cultivation to the Profound Immortal Stage!"
"No problem!" Egret's face was full of excitement. He laughed heartily, and his cultivation dropped, finally settling at the fourth layer of the Profound Immortal Stage.
"Junior Brother He, even an immortal can only suppress his cultivation by one major stage, so I can only lower mine to the fourth layer of the Profound Immortal Stage!"
"Although I'm still three minor layers above you, we count as cultivators of the same stage!"
"You won't object, will you?"
Egret looked at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng sneered. Only suppress it by one major stage, my ass. That's pure nonsense.
But He Pingsheng did not care either. Whether it was the fourth layer or the eighth layer made no difference.
In his eyes, there was no distinction.
The only difference was that he needed to calculate how many