"What?" The leading Nascent Soul cultivator shuddered at True Person Su Huang's words. "Wait..."
"When did this business with those seventeen people happen?"
The other six all looked at True Person Su Huang.
True Person Su Huang's face was a little pale. "Haven't you heard? A dozen or so years ago, the Second Patriarch sent a group of Nascent Soul cultivators into the Heavenly Pole Forbidden Ground to hunt down He Pingsheng!"
Everyone nodded.
True Person Su Huang said, "With the Imperial Consort leading us, seventeen of us Nascent Soul cultivators surrounded He Pingsheng, who was at the eleventh layer of the Golden Core Stage. No, wait-by then, he had already reached the twelfth layer!"
"Unfortunately, even with the Seventeen Southern Dipper Formation in place, he still broke through it and slaughtered four or five Nascent Soul cultivators in one go!"
"The Imperial Consort died during that very attack!"
"Hiss..." Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
He had been that fierce at the twelfth layer of the Golden Core Stage?
"Actually, thinking back on it, it wasn't as though the seventeen of us had no chance of beating him!" Su Huang said. "We panicked too much and gave that bastard an opening!"
"Wait..." The leading Great Nascent Soul cultivator interrupted True Person Su Huang. "Fellow Daoist Su Huang, are you saying that fellow at the fourth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm just now was He Pingsheng?"
"It was him!" Su Huang said. "I'd recognize him even if he were reduced to ashes!"
"Fuck..." The Great Nascent Soul cultivator swore outright. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"Enough... All of you, come with me right now..."
"Don't let that bastard catch up to us again!"
Whoosh...
With that, the leading Great Nascent Soul cultivator turned into a streak