Lan Miaotong looked at He Pingsheng, fell silent for a few breaths, then said, "If you were fully prepared, you should be able to fight me a little longer!"
"If your cultivation rose a little further, to the seventh or eighth layer of the Divine Lord Realm, you would probably be my equal!"
"If your cultivation reached the twelfth layer, I probably wouldn't be anywhere near your match!"
"That Shang Yong, with his eyes growing on top of his head, probably wouldn't be either!"
"You really are a freak!"
"I really don't understand. Why would a prodigy like you settle for the tiny Tao Household?"
"Could it be just because you covet Tao Yaoyao's beauty?"
He Pingsheng unhurriedly straightened his clothes and looked at Lan Miaotong with a smile. "You're actually quite good yourself. In terms of beauty, you're no worse than her!"
As they spoke, the two walked out of the formation.
It was over!
He Pingsheng had lost, and Lan Miaotong had won.
After returning to his seat, Li Yueren, the Tao Household's Divine King, looked at He Pingsheng with excitement written all over her face. "Not bad, kid! You actually lasted so many exchanges against Lan Miaotong?"
"The way I see it, your divine power couldn't keep up. Hmm... your Daoist arts are also relatively weak, and you're short on Divine Abilities too!"
"Otherwise, the outcome really wouldn't have been certain!"
He Pingsheng gave a wry smile. "Sorry, Senior. I lost!"
"It's fine, it's fine..." Li Yueren said. "Sit down and talk!"
This had rather exceeded her expectations.
Although He Pingsheng had lost, his opponent had been Lan Miaotong, the second-ranked Divine Lord Realm cultivator on all of Peach Mountain.
"Hehehe..." The more Li Yueren looked at He Pingsheng, the more she liked him. "Even if you