Zhao Xiangdu regretted it!
He Pingsheng had survived not because Zhao Xiangdu was incompetent, nor because He Pingsheng was hard to kill.
It was because Zhao Xiangdu had been too conceited.
He had not put his full strength into that last strike.
After all, if a Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivator struck with all his strength, the surrounding palaces and training grounds would probably be smashed to pieces in an instant.
So, to avoid damaging the surroundings, Zhao Xiangdu had restrained his power, using only thirty percent of his strength in that strike.
That was right!
Only thirty percent.
Ordinarily, even that thirty percent would have been enough to slap a cultivator at the peak of the Body Integration Realm to death.
Let alone someone in the Void Refinement Realm?
An overwhelming strike across two major realms was like a Golden Core Stage cultivator slapping a Qi Refining Stage cultivator to death. Never mind thirty percent-even five percent would have been enough.
But who could have imagined He Pingsheng would be so tough?
If only he had used forty percent.
With forty percent, this bastard would have died long ago!
Not far from Zhao Xiangdu, the Phoenix Emperor's expression could not have been uglier.
Well, damn!
He had told him to kill someone, and he had failed to finish the job?
Zhao Xiangdu had just been slapped on one cheek, and now the other was being rubbed in the dirt.
A streak of light flew over from afar.
Wang Dun's voice, practically begging for a beating, rang out. "Zhao Xiangdu... you son of a bitch... just try slapping me again... fuck your granny..."
Cursing nonstop, Wang Dun flew into the air and swung a slap at Zhao Xiangdu from a distance.
Of course, compared to a Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivator, Wang