"He Pingsheng!"
Lan Tuo stared at him. Rather than attack again, he said mildly, "Even if you possess the combat strength of the early Great All-Encompassing Golden Immortal stage, you can do nothing to this old monk!"
"You should know that once you reach the Great All-Encompassing Golden Immortal realm, each layer of cultivation is a whole new heaven!"
"An ant like you-I can destroy you with a turn of my hand!"
"Take what just happened: you attacked once and defended twice, yet I still blasted you ten thousand li away and gravely wounded you!"
"Have you ever considered that, in the gaps between those three moves, I could have attacked ten times?"
He Pingsheng wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, then circulated the Chaos Golden Scripture within him. His seemingly horrific injuries healed completely in an instant.
He smiled. "You're right!"
He had to admit that much.
After Lan Tuo's strike just now, he had indeed had enough time to follow up with a second attack, or even a third.
That was a fact!
If that had happened, He Pingsheng truly could not have withstood it.
"So!" Lan Tuo said. "I cherish talent, and I will give you one final chance!"
"Hand over your Heavenly Dao Slave Mark, and I will spare your life!"
Naturally, Lan Tuo wanted to kill He Pingsheng.
But now, he had changed his mind.
If he took this prodigy who stood supreme across the ages, this being who could fight above his realm, as a slave, he would undoubtedly become a tremendous asset in the future.
If he agrees, so be it. If he refuses, it won't be too late for this old monk to slay him then.
In this boundless void, he cannot escape no matter what.
Lan Tuo