He Pingsheng put away the Southern Bright Sky-Piercing Halberd!
A scorched, acrid smell wafted toward him.
A black fissure had appeared in the once-verdant mountains beneath his feet.
That strike had cut through more than three hundred zhang of earth, cleaving straight through a small mountain range below.
Bu Yuntian's body had been sliced in half.
A glazed nascent soul flew out of his body, only to be seized by He Pingsheng.
"Spare me, fellow Daoist... what a magnificent divine ability. I am truly impressed!"
"But there is no mortal enmity between us!"
"Don't kill me!"
The longer people lived, the more they feared death.
No cultivator regarded death as a homecoming. Otherwise, they would never have pursued immortality.
He Pingsheng looked at the glazed nascent soul and smiled coldly. "Weren't you just saying that strength reigns supreme, Senior Bu? That those without strength have no one to blame for their deaths?"
"No, fellow Daoist, please don't... spare me, spare me... I swear I can serve as your slave from now on!"
A Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator's glazed nascent soul was robust and powerful. Even apart from its body, it could live for many years.
Of course, with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, it could reconstruct its flesh, or even be reborn through soul seizure.
He Pingsheng said, "I have no intention of killing you. Just wait... I'll hand you over to the Qi Emperor!"
"Whether you live or die will be entirely up to Her Majesty the Empress!"
With that, He Pingsheng picked up several rings, then departed with instantaneous teleportation.
In the Nascent Soul Realm, each layer of cultivation truly opened onto a different heaven.
Previously, when He Pingsheng had fought Jiang Yu, he had been hampered at every turn and nearly beaten to death.
Yet who could