"Oh!"
"Just thinking about it gets me excited... I've lived so long, yet I've never played such a thrilling game!"
"Hehehe..."
"Boy, you're in luck!"
"Hahaha..."
Bai Shangli roared with smug laughter.
He hoped to see despair on He Pingsheng's face, or even pleading.
Or submission on Qiao Huizhu's face.
Yet he saw neither.
Both of them remained extraordinarily calm.
"You seem very confident?"
Bai Shangli's smile vanished as he stared at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng said nothing. He merely took a talisman out of his Storage Bag at a leisurely pace.
A supreme-grade Thunder-Splinter Talisman.
Though the talisman had not been activated, the immense power contained within it, along with a faint threat of death, made Bai Shangli's brow twitch.
"What... is that?" Frightened, Bai Shangli hurriedly retreated two steps. His divine sense swept over the talisman, and he shouted, "A Third-Grade Talisman! A supreme-grade Third-Grade Talisman, at that..."
"Heavens, how did you get something like that?"
As a Golden Core Stage cultivator, Bai Shangli knew better than anyone.
Once that talisman activated, he would undoubtedly die.
That was how formidable supreme-grade talismans were.
"Hehehe..." After his initial terror, Bai Shangli laughed again. "Boy, you don't have enough divine sense, do you..."
"With the divine sense of a third-level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, you'll need at least ten breaths to activate a talisman like that!"
"In ten breaths, I could crush you to death eight times over!"
"If you don't believe me, try it!"
He Pingsheng still said nothing. He waved the talisman in his hand.
Meanwhile, a divine ability stirred within his sea of consciousness, condensing seven divine nails in an instant.
To be precise, they were formless divine sense nails.
One after another, the seven divine nails slipped silently out of He Pingsheng's sea of consciousness.
Unfortunately,