Daoist Wuqiong had reached the twelfth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm more than twenty years ago.
To make himself stronger, he had chosen to forgo pills and condense his golden core through his own efforts alone.
More than twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye.
In just a few more years, his golden core would have fully taken shape.
But now, his false core had actually shattered. Could anyone believe it?
More than twenty years of cultivation had been destroyed in a single instant.
Because once a false core shattered, he could never continue condensing it. His only option was to take an Origin-Reaching Pill to achieve Core Formation and undergo the tribulation.
How could Daoist Wuqiong possibly accept that?
"Pfft..." Another mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.
"Xu Kunlun... wins!"
Below the arena, a guard from the City Lord's Manor raised his hand and shouted the announcement.
He Pingsheng could not be bothered to pay any more attention. He leaped off the arena, gathered his belongings and companions, and left at once.
All the spectators surrounding the arena were stunned.
"No way... even disciples of the Free and Carefree Immortal Sect lost?"
"Isn't this guy an alchemist? How is he so powerful?"
"Holy shit, he took him down with one punch?"
"That was way too brutal!"
"I reckon he held back. If this had been a fight to the death, those two useless sacks from the Free and Carefree Immortal Sect would've been beaten to death already!"
"Pfft..." Hearing someone call him a useless sack, Daoist Wuqiong spat out another mouthful of blood.
"You're incredible, Fellow Daoist Xu!" Ling Zhiwang looked at He Pingsheng with profound respect.
Although he had thought highly of He Pingsheng before, he had always considered formations and alchemy