Rumble, rumble, rumble...
The surrounding Yin Baleful Energy was sucked dry.
The thousand-zhang body of a Ghost King coalesced before He Pingsheng.
At that moment, He Pingsheng held a talisman in his left hand and a black divine spear in his right-the Heaven-Deficiency Divine Spear.
"Fellow Daoist, you must keep your promise!"
After his body coalesced, the Ghost King lowered his head, crimson flames flickering in his eyes as though he were staring at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng said, "Rest assured... I am not bloodthirsty. As long as you agree to my requests, not only will I refrain from harming you, I will even give you something good!"
"Something good?" the Ghost King asked. "What is it?"
"Never mind what it is for now!" He Pingsheng said.
"I have two requests!"
"First, help me test a move. Let me see how powerful a spear strike at my full strength is!"
"No, no, no..." Before He Pingsheng could finish, the Ghost King waved both hands in fright and cried, "Please don't, Fellow Daoist! Back when you were at the first level of Spirit Transformation, I couldn't even withstand that strike. Now you're at the sixth level of the Spirit Transformation Stage. If you use your full strength this time, I'll surely die!"
"I'm begging you, don't do this!"
"How is that any different from killing me?"
He Pingsheng considered it, then nodded. "That's true. Forget it, then. I won't test my move on you!"
He reckoned that if he used that Myriad Annihilations Return to Origin spear strike now, this Void Refinement Realm Ghost King would most likely die.
But against a genuine Void Refinement Realm human or demon, that strike would probably still fall short.
"Phew..." The Ghost King breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Fellow Daoist... what do