Within a few breaths, Tao Yaoyao brought Shang Yong to the Daoist Grounds.
Not only had Shang Yong come, but Shang Xihong had come along as well.
And close behind Shang Xihong was a young man in a white Daoist robe with delicate, handsome features.
When the man saw He Pingsheng, he smiled amiably, then cupped his hands. "Fellow Daoist He, I am Shang Xia. Sorry for the intrusion!"
So this was Shang Xia, the second of the Shang Household's three siblings.
"Mm..." He Pingsheng nodded amiably as well. "Everyone, please sit!"
"No need to sit!" Shang Yong waved a hand, making his crimson Daoist robe flutter slightly. "He Pingsheng, I came today to demand justice!"
He Pingsheng: ...
Justice?
What a thing to say.
"What is it..." He Pingsheng asked. "Still not convinced?"
"What do you mean, not convinced?" Shang Yong swept his sleeve again. "You used some other means to conceal the attack of my Daoist Law of Blood, didn't you?"
"Why else weren't you affected by my divine ability?"
"I bet you had a divine artifact hidden on you during our match that could counter my Blood Path Daoist Law!"
"The rules said external items weren't allowed!"
He Pingsheng was so annoyed that he laughed. Damn it, you couldn't beat me, so now you're playing dirty?
"All right..." He nodded. "You say I used an external item, so show me the evidence. Empty words don't count!"
"Rest assured!" Shang Yong said. "I'm no narrow-minded petty man. I didn't come today to dispute the outcome of our previous match!"
"I simply want to fight you again!"
"A real, proper fight!"
"No magical treasures. Let pure strength do the talking!"
"I refuse to believe that someone at a mere Divine Lord Realm second layer could defeat me in a