Before, Bing Yi had been unyielding!
Because she knew she would not die. Even if He Pingsheng killed this main body of hers, her clone would still remain.
With a clone, she could keep condensing a Nascent Soul, then refine another clone.
This was a kind of immortality within the limits of her lifespan.
But now, when she truly could die, the primal terror in Bing Yi's heart finally overcame everything.
She yielded, kneeling in midair.
He Pingsheng, however, could not be bothered to waste words with her. He simply raised a hand, and an ordinary blast of palm force, mingled with Daoist law, thundered forth and struck Bing Yi.
Killing someone above one's level might be difficult.
But against a cultivator at the same level, He Pingsheng had no trouble casually raising his hand and killing them instantly.
Bing Yi's entire body turned straight into a rain of blood.
And likewise!
Bing Yi's clone, countless trillions of li away, was also blasted to bits.
A ring floated in the air.
Alongside that ring was a blue-green bead.
"Come..." Zhou Qingmei reached out, drawing the ring and bead into her hand, then respectfully presented them to He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng first took the ring and glanced inside.
There was quite a bit of wealth within, but such wealth was already of little consequence to him.
It was... nothing remarkable.
He gave the ring to Zhou Qingmei. "Keep it!"
Then he took the blue-green bead in his hand.
"What is this?" He Pingsheng was astonished. "There's a special feeling when I hold this bead!"
Beside him, Immortal Maiden Zi Qing recognized it with a single glance. "This is a world!"
"A world created by someone in the Mahayana Emperor Realm with immense magic power!"
"A blue-green Lesser World like this should