"Master... Master..."
"Husband..."
When Xin Baobao and Taizhen saw He Pingsheng being struck, their hearts ached so much they nearly jumped to their feet.
"I'm fine..." He Pingsheng waved a hand at the two of them. "Don't worry. It's only a flesh wound!"
He circulated the divine power within his body, and as his blood flowed, the injuries on his face healed within a few breaths!
Smack...
He Pingsheng had only just healed when Divine King Yusi raised her hand and slapped him again.
This time, the other half of He Pingsheng's face was beaten into a bloody mess.
"Phew..." He Pingsheng drew a deep breath and said nothing more.
Trash talk was useless at a time like this.
He could only adapt as things unfolded.
He could not be bothered to heal his injuries anymore, either, and simply let the golden divine blood drip from his face.
Beside He Pingsheng, Taizhen, Xin Baobao, Han Houzhi, and the others all gritted their teeth, wishing they could swallow that Divine King whole.
But they only dared to seethe in silence.
After all, she was a Divine King.
Killing them would be no different from killing an ant.
"Junior Sister... come here..." After a dozen breaths, the man in black suddenly hurried back into the Great Hall and beckoned to Divine King Yusi.
Divine King Yusi's heart lurched.
Then she followed the man in black outside.
"Master... what's going on?" Xin Baobao asked anxiously.
Taizhen looked utterly bewildered, too.
As He Pingsheng healed his injuries, he said, "The Golden Butterfly Immortal Sect is doing something earth-shakingly evil, and your senior master and I happened to stumble upon it!"
"They're trying to kill us to silence us?"
"But don't worry... from the looks of it, they probably haven't caught your senior master yet!"