"Do you dare compete?"
Mingyu's flying sword still hovered above his head.
He Pingsheng glanced calmly at his flying sword, then said, "Sure..."
"But if your magic power is too weak and I hurt you, don't come looking for trouble afterward!"
"Rest assured!" Mingyu said. "If your magic power truly is that formidable, I would have no complaints or regrets even if I died here!"
"Everyone, you can bear witness!"
He looked around.
Mingyu was not being arrogant. He really did have the strength to back it up.
He had a single fire spirit root and ranked first among the Foundation Establishment Realm disciples of the Imperial Capital's Ten Great Sects.
Who could compare?
How could I possibly lose to a nobody like you?
"All right..."
Everyone was happy to watch the spectacle.
Soon, the crowd surrounded them, packed three rows deep and then three more, buzzing with excitement.
Instead, no one paid any attention to the fire dragon behind them.
"Fellow Daoist!" Mingyu looked at He Pingsheng and asked, "May I have your name?"
He Pingsheng said, "Once you defeat me, I'll tell you."
"Heh, heh, heh... Such big talk..." Mingyu sneered. "Fine. Tell me... will you defend or attack?"
He Pingsheng said, "Your choice!"
He Pingsheng's outwardly indifferent attitude left Mingyu seething.
He had never met anyone who dared look down on him like this.
"Fine, fine, fine!"
"Don't regret it!"
"Unleash!"
Mingyu roared. The fire attribute spiritual power within him rumbled as it poured continuously into the flying sword above his head.
Firelight spilled from the flying sword.
In an instant, the little sword expanded to thirty zhang in length.
The thirty-zhang flying sword stood in midair, radiating an imposing might.
At the same time, He Pingsheng stirred his divine sense slightly. The fire spiritual energy around