Boom...
The Black-Clad Woman's vast divine sense swept thunderously in every direction.
She began searching every inch of space, trying to find traces of the spatial fluctuations left by He Pingsheng's departure.
But!
There were none!
Not a single trace.
It was as though someone had vanished into thin air.
The Black-Clad Woman's expression finally shifted from contempt to bewilderment, then from bewilderment to solemnity, and at last to a hint of terror.
Yes!
Terror!
He Pingsheng's earlier performance had been nothing special.
He had plenty of treasures and talismans.
But none of that mattered.
His own combat strength was lacking. Even with outside aids, he posed no threat to her.
Yet just now, He Pingsheng had cast aside all outside assistance and slain her avatar with his own combat strength alone.
That was simply terrifying.
Someone at the eleventh layer of the Nascent Soul Realm had slain a peak Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator?
That was more than merely shocking.
It was utterly unprecedented through the ages!
What was more, the bastard had said before leaving that he would seek out the Heavenly Fire Divine Emperor in the future.
Having offended someone like that, they would have plenty of days ahead with their hearts in their throats.
"Aunt!" Tian Yao asked. "What do you mean? He didn't die?"
"He didn't!" the Black-Clad Woman said. "I suspect he has some sort of treasure that can bring him back from the dead!"
"Tian Yao... we may have offended a peerless genius today!"
"I'm afraid he'll come for revenge someday!"
"What is there to fear?" Tian Yao's gaze sharpened. "My father is a Body Integration Emperor. Would he be afraid of him?"
"Don't worry. He'd better stay away. If he ever comes, I'll make sure he dies a miserable death!"
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