None of the others had dared to state their position lightly, but He Pingsheng was different.
He had to make his position clear.
There was no point dragging this out.
Since conflict was bound to erupt sooner or later, he might as well bring it on sooner.
Only by resolving their internal conflicts promptly could he focus on his own affairs.
"He Pingsheng... you're courting death..."
"Do you know what you're saying?"
Hong Wubo's gaze grew exceptionally sharp. Her towering body took a step forward, bearing down on He Pingsheng. "Don't think I don't know what you're scheming!"
"You should be grateful to take some demonic crystals back. Do you really think the likes of you deserve a Sacred Artifact?"
"Even taking ten thousand steps back, suppose you did get the Sacred Artifact. Would the Leng Family let you off?"
"Stop dreaming!"
"The sooner you wake up, the better!"
He Pingsheng could not be bothered with her. He immediately turned into a streak of light and left.
As for how he would explain himself to the Witch Race when he left later?
Explain my ass.
I'll activate a seventh-grade Teleportation Divine Talisman and leave the Heavenly Witch Continent outright. Where will you find me then?
"You're courting death..." Seeing He Pingsheng leave without another word, Hong Wubo flew into a rage.
She stomped down hard.
Bang...
The ground immediately split apart.
Propelled by that force, Hong Wubo soared into the void and caught up with He Pingsheng in an instant, then mercilessly threw a punch at him.
The Witch Race had no divine sense and did not cultivate Daoist law, only their bodies and divine power.
As such, their strength was astonishing.
A single blow could shatter Daoist law at the same cultivation realm.
Hong Wubo put all her strength