"Fine!"
Shang Yong glanced at He Pingsheng and said, "Don't regret it!"
With that, he stepped into the arena.
Arena One!
Seeing that He Pingsheng was going to fight Shang Yong, the others actually put off their own matches for the moment and watched He Pingsheng expectantly instead.
One was ranked first!
The other was the focus of everyone's attention, so this match naturally drew considerable interest.
More importantly, many had come hoping to see He Pingsheng suffer.
"Patriarch, do you think my husband can withstand Shang Yong's Blood Boiling?" Tao Yaoyao looked nervous and worried.
She did not care whether He Pingsheng could win the match. She cared only about his safety.
Before the female Divine King Li Yueren could speak, Shang Xihong cut in from beside her. "Don't worry. You don't understand my dad at all..."
"Someone with a mere twenty-seven Divine Apertures wants to take down my dad? Dream on!"
Tao Yaoyao was half-convinced.
Li Yueren said, "Don't worry. He Pingsheng has both strength and talent. Even if he's no match for him, he won't get himself hurt under Shang Yong's attacks!"
In truth, Li Yueren herself was not certain.
Soon, He Pingsheng and Shang Yong were both inside the Formation.
There was a whole other world within this Formation!
All twenty-four arenas were the same. Inside every Formation lay barren gravel plains and sandy ground.
"You can attack whenever you like!" Shang Yong said mildly as he looked at He Pingsheng.
He stood in the Void facing He Pingsheng, with roughly a hundred zhang between them.
He Pingsheng nodded. "All right... then watch out!"
"I really might attack at any moment!"
Boom...
The next instant, divine power surged through He Pingsheng's body!
A pair of nearly transparent wings condensed behind his back.
Divine Ability: Sky-Piercing Wings!