"They agreed. What do we do?"
Old Cao looked at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng frowned slightly. "That old turtle Peng Daxi is no simple character!"
"Not necessarily!" Old Cao sneered. "He might just be a real turtle!"
The He Family and the Peng Family both had information on each other.
He Pingsheng had learned immediately that the Peng Family's guest elders had fled, and he also knew that Peng Daxi did not want to go to war.
So, hoping to provoke Peng Daxi, He Pingsheng had ordered three divine statues made and sent over.
Those three divine statues belonged to Peng Wei and the other two Divine Venerables who had surrendered from the Peng Family.
He had thought this would enrage Peng Daxi, who would then bring his people to attack the He Family, allowing the He Family to clash head-on with the Peng Family at its weakest.
Yet he had never imagined that old bastard Peng Daxi would be such a coward!
He had actually agreed!
"This isn't good!" He Pingsheng said worriedly. "Even if none of those guest elders come, the Peng Family still has ten Divine Venerable Realm cultivators!"
"Once all ten of their Divine Venerable Realm cultivators gather, our He Family will have a hard time dealing with them!"
"Heh... young master, I think my uncle has a point!" Sitting on the ground not far in front of He Pingsheng, Old Diao said with a chuckle, "Peng Daxi is a timid, trouble-fearing thing no matter how you look at him. Even if the Peng Family really gathers all ten later, he might not have the guts to attack us!"
"Don't worry, husband!" Qiao Huizhu comforted him. "You're already at the Divine Spirit Realm tenth layer now. You're not far from the Divine Lord Realm!"
"Even if