Facing the Divine Sense Flying Knives launched by the Spirit Transformation cultivator, He Pingsheng made no attempt to block them, letting them hurtle toward him.
Originally, he had intended to defend with the nine Divine Sense shields condensed by the Purple Mansion Nine-Shield Art in his Sea of Consciousness.
But before the flying knives could reach his Sea of Consciousness, a black light flashed from his body and instantly shattered them.
Only then did He Pingsheng remember that he still carried a Magical Treasure capable of defending against Divine Sense attacks.
Magical Treasure: Divine Soul.
The city lord froze. "You even have a Magical Treasure that defends against Divine Sense?"
"Just who are you?"
He Pingsheng ignored his question and continued evenly, "I can consider that attack just now an act of madness brought on by grief, and I can forgive it. Take your grandson's corpse and leave now, and I won't pursue the matter!"
After all, He Pingsheng had only just arrived on the Thunderwaste Continent. He did not want trouble.
He had killed the grandson, and the grandfather had come running. Who knew whether this Spirit Transformation stage cultivator had someone in the Mahayana Emperor Realm behind him?
If someone in the Mahayana Emperor Realm came along too, there really would be no escape.
But the Spirit Transformation stage cultivator took He Pingsheng's concession as weakness he could exploit. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Enough of your tricks! Unless my grandson comes back to life, you will die today!"
Rumble...
The old city lord stopped attacking with Divine Sense. Instead, he raised a hand and brought out a rigid whip. Magic Power surged into it, expanding it, and he lashed it straight at He Pingsheng.
The hundred-zhang whip resembled a divine weapon, churning the void until it trembled