"Victors become kings; the defeated become outlaws!"
"He Pingsheng, if I hadn't lost the Heaven and Earth Cage, you could never have killed me!"
Vast waves of energy swept outward once again with He Pingsheng at their center.
A third of Emperor City had been reduced to ruins.
He Pingsheng stood at the very center of the ruins. Beneath his feet lay boundless, boiling subterranean lava, while sparks and ashes drifted constantly around him, flying away and back again.
A black hook held a ceaselessly struggling soul.
The soul still refused to accept defeat and kept arguing, "If we did this again, I wouldn't necessarily die!"
"Yes!" He Pingsheng nodded. "If we did this again and gave you another chance, I might not even be able to beat you!"
"But what good does that do?"
"Right now, I'm the knife and chopping block, and you're the fish on it!"
He Pingsheng turned his head, drawing his gaze back from the horizon to stare at the Heavenly Origin Thunder Emperor's soul.
In a sense, the Heavenly Origin Thunder Emperor was right. Had he not lost the Heaven and Earth Cage, that high-grade Imperial Armament, He Pingsheng could never have slain him.
At least, he could not have slain him so quickly.
"I was unlucky!" The soul raised his head and looked at the sky. "Heavens, why wouldn't you help me?"
He Pingsheng said, "Why should the heavens help someone utterly devoid of conscience?"
"Come..."
As he spoke, he waved a hand, and two objects submerged in the lava landed in his hand.
One was a green ring.
The other was a pearl. He Pingsheng recognized it at a glance: it was a small world that only someone with Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivation could create-a Lesser Thousand World.
He Pingsheng swept his