With that, Zhang Qifeng sprang onto the arena.
Hum, hum, hum...
The next moment, the arena's defense formation activated.
Many spectators had gathered below the arena. They had not come for He Pingsheng, but to watch the bouts.
People sparred here every day, after all.
Actually, calling it watching for entertainment was not quite right.
Cultivators were not that idle. They came here to broaden their horizons by watching others fight.
Sometimes, watching enough battles could help improve their own fighting prowess.
Besides these ordinary spectators, there were also people from the Free and Carefree Immortal Sect.
He Pingsheng swept his gaze over them and spotted Daoist Wuqiong, along with four or five Foundation Establishment Realm disciples wearing the Free and Carefree Immortal Sect's Daoist robes.
"Xu Kunlun, get up here if you've got the guts! Stop dragging your feet!" Within the dome-shaped formation covering the square arena, which measured roughly fifty zhang on each side, Zhang Qifeng looked at He Pingsheng provocatively.
He Pingsheng smiled. "You set up this arena just to fight me?"
"But why should I accept?"
"Why must I fight you just because you've issued a challenge?"
That question left Zhang Qifeng stumped.
He did not know how to answer. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Xu Kunlun, you don't have to fight, but you must admit defeat and stop pestering our Senior Sister Qiao!"
"Otherwise, I won't let you off!"
He Pingsheng laughed. "Why should I admit defeat?"
"Huh?"
"Well..."
On the platform, Zhang Qifeng scratched his head, truly at a loss for an answer.
"Hmph..." Below the platform, Wuqiong snorted. "We're all cultivators of the Cultivation World. My Junior Brother Zhang has challenged you. Accept if you're going to accept! You're a grown man-why all this hemming and hawing?"
"Xu Kunlun, don't tell