"Hand over your Divine Slave Mark!"
"I can spare your life. Otherwise, once I make my move, you'll regret it!"
"With such handsome looks, it would be a shame for you to die here!"
In the arena, Peng Xiuxiu stood at one end, looking at He Pingsheng, and said mildly, "The gap between the Divine Spirit Realm and the Divine Lord Realm isn't merely a gap in cultivation realms!"
"It's a gap in Daoist Law!"
"You can't imagine how vast that gap is!"
"Don't throw your life away!"
As she spoke, Peng Xiuxiu took out a red sword.
Sword light flashed, and in an instant, scorching radiance filled the entire arena.
"Think it over!" A mocking expression appeared on Peng Xiuxiu's face.
But she was disappointed.
She wanted to see He Pingsheng show fear or beg for mercy, but he did neither.
He Pingsheng was very calm!
He hadn't even made a move or taken out any divine artifact. He simply stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching everything before him.
"Elder, we can begin!" A gleam shot from Peng Xiuxiu's eyes.
The elder presiding over the duel outside nodded and swept his hand down sharply. "Begin!"
The next instant, the divine power within Peng Xiuxiu surged toward the divine sword in her hand.
The crimson divine sword emitted crimson divine light, growing brighter and brighter.
He Pingsheng, by contrast, still stood with his hands behind his back, utterly motionless.
Everyone was astonished.
Someone even covered their mouth and said, "Heavens, has this fellow been scared witless?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... I don't get it. I just don't get it!"
"What's going on?"
"What is he doing?"
Everyone was amazed!
Even if you couldn't win, you should at least put up a fight.
Someone even said, "Is this fellow