None of them were fools.
I don't even know who you are, and you want me to kill myself?
Wasn't that going too far?
So no one moved at all.
He Pingsheng's gaze settled on an old man, and he said coolly, "Did I just hear you suggest that my wife sit on Liang Zhiyan's lap?"
"Well... no... I... didn't..."
"It was a misunderstanding!"
The grand elder of the Heavenly South Trading Company whom He Pingsheng was staring at was so terrified that he could barely speak.
"Don't make me act. If I do, you won't even have a chance to enter reincarnation!" He Pingsheng gave him an indifferent glance, then looked at City Lord Pu.
"Whew..." City Lord Pu drew a deep breath. "Who... exactly are you?"
"Please tell us!"
He Pingsheng said, "This humble Daoist is He Pingsheng!"
Who?
He Pingsheng?
Why did that name sound so familiar?
Now they remembered...
He was the one who had slaughtered the two Sacred Lords on the Sacred Mountain. This man had now become the new Sacred Lord.
Sharp gasps rang out...
So it was him.
No wonder Liang Zhiyan had been so frightened that he killed himself on the spot.
With a rustle, everyone dropped to their knees, trembling. "Greetings, Sacred Lord!"
"You have three breaths left!" He Pingsheng said coolly.
Thud! The grand elder of the Heavenly South Trading Company could bear it no longer. He struck his own forehead with his palm and killed himself.
Immediately afterward, the city lord of Southern Heaven City killed himself.
In the blink of an eye, three people lay on the ground.
He Pingsheng rose from his seat and said, "All right, it looks like you won't be competing today. Come on, let's go home!"
The carriage slowly departed.
Even after it