He Pingsheng was like a rock, his composure as steady as an old hound!
Xiao Xuan, however, had his defenses utterly shattered by just three remarks.
Fortunately, they were both cultivators. Although Xiao Xuan had spat out a mouthful of blood, he soon recovered.
He smiled. "Sixth layer of the Golden Core Stage... not bad. You actually managed to ride Senior Sister Qiao's fortune all the way into the Golden Core Stage. But there's one thing I don't understand. What is a mere sixth-layer Golden Core cultivator like you doing here?"
"Don't tell me you're here for the Nine-Nation Grand Tournament too?"
He Pingsheng said, "Why can't I be?"
"Hehehe..." Xiao Xuan said. "Then you must be a substitute?"
"No, that's not right... even a substitute couldn't be this pathetic... it seems the Liang Kingdom really has no one left!"
"Don't worry. If we run into each other later, I'll show you that the man I am today stands far beyond your reach!"
"Do you know what the Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation is?"
"Do you know what a Great Fortune Bearer is?"
He Pingsheng listened quietly without refuting a single word.
Just as Xiao Xuan was getting worked up, another figure approached from outside.
Wang Dun.
"Junior Brother He... hahaha..." Wang Dun ran over, then glanced at Xiao Xuan. "Is this your friend?"
"Friend?" Before He Pingsheng could speak, Xiao Xuan cut in. "Is trash like him worthy of being my friend?"
"Hmph..." He flicked his sleeves. "He Pingsheng, just you wait... if we meet in the arena, I'll beat you into the dirt!"
"Fine!" Wang Dun said. "I'll remember that... if we meet in the arena, this granddaddy will beat you into the dirt within five exchanges!"
With that, Wang Dun raised his right fist.
"Big talk!" Xiao Xuan said.