"Junior Brother He, you're not up to much either!"
"After all these years apart, I figured you might have reached the Mahayana Emperor Realm. How are you still doing so badly?"
"Only the seventh layer of Spirit Transformation Stage?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... and someone's even got you underfoot!"
"You're... in a pretty sorry state!"
Lying on the ground, Wang Dun poked out his dark head and looked at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng said, "I'm ashamed... what cultivation level have you reached now, Senior Brother Wang?"
Wang Dun chuckled. "Just a tiny bit higher than you. I'm at the eighth layer now!"
He Pingsheng swept his gaze over him and discovered that the fellow really was at the eighth layer of Spirit Transformation Stage.
On reflection, it was hardly surprising. Wang Dun was a genius, after all, and it had probably been almost a hundred years since he ascended to the Spirit Realm.
He had only been a little later than He Pingsheng, so his ascension should not have been much later.
"What's going on between you and this fellow?" Wang Dun asked He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng said, "He wanted to take my things. I wouldn't give them to him, so we ended up fighting!"
"Hey..." Wang Dun looked exasperated at his lack of backbone. "Little brother, you really aren't up to much. When I, Wang Dun, am out in the world, I'm the one taking other people's things. When have I ever let anyone take mine?"
"Just wait. I'll sort this fellow out for you!"
"Damn it, daring to bully my junior brother! I'll kill him today!"
Wang Dun tried to get up from where he lay on the ground, only to suddenly feel weak all over.
He turned to look at Ming Yue, who stood nine hundred meters tall