Boom...
The moment the ninth-grade Dao Armament appeared, a tremendous aura swept out around it, even though He Pingsheng had applied neither magic power nor Daoist law.
"What is that?"
Across from him, Daoist Fire Dragon could not help shuddering at the sight of the Netherworld Scythe.
He faintly sensed a hint of danger.
His eyes were fixed on the Netherworld Scythe in He Pingsheng's hand.
He Pingsheng merely said calmly, "You'll find out soon enough!"
As he spoke, He Pingsheng connected his divine sense to the Netherworld Scythe.
The next moment, the restrictions on the Netherworld Scythe opened, layer by layer.
Until all sixty-eight layers of restrictions had been released.
Only then did Fire Dragon truly grow afraid. "This... this is actually... a Sacred Armament?"
"This is a supreme-grade Sacred Armament!"
"Heavens... a Sacred Artifact..."
"Damn it... damn it... damn it..."
Fire Dragon slapped his thigh fiercely, as though praying that he was dreaming.
But he knew that immortals could not dream.
"Fellow Daoist... fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist... let's talk this over!"
Cold sweat streamed down Fire Dragon's forehead.
He admitted that he had been rather rash and reckless, but having cultivated to the Dao Origin Realm, Fire Dragon was certainly no fool.
Could an ordinary Great All-Encompassing Golden Immortal produce a supreme-grade Soul Banner?
Could he possess a supreme-grade Sacred Artifact?
What kind of joke was that?
Even a Great Dao Lord at the Dao Origin Pinnacle Realm could not possess such things.
Then, clearly, the other party could have only one identity: a Sage's disciple.
I actually fucking provoked a Sage's disciple?
Damn it!
There's no way I'm getting out of this alive today!
Thoughts flashed through Fire Dragon's sea of consciousness one after another. Beg him to spare me?
Impossible!
*After what I just said, I'm