Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

The entire Moon Palace was deathly silent.

Countless disciples stared in disbelief, gasping in astonishment.

A tremendous wave of emotion surged through everyone's hearts, and only one thought remained in their minds:

Old... Old Xu?

Xu Pingsheng, who usually spends his days in the Immortal Palace carrying a hoe and harassing female disciples, and occasionally gives away second-hand underwear, has actually become this domineering!

The matter of Tingxue Pavilion had already spread throughout the entire sect, and they also knew that Xu Pingsheng was a hidden quasi-emperor powerhouse, and that he had disguised himself as an old servant because he was a peerless palace master.

But no one expected his strength to be so terrifying.

Zhao Ping, the deputy palace master of Guanghan Immortal Palace, with the cultivation of a quasi-emperor at the second level, was a name that could be ranked among the top in the entire Qingzhou region. Yet, he was instantly killed by Xu Pingsheng with a single strike, without even the slightest power to resist.

Isn't this gap just too big?

Is this the real reason why the Grand Palace Master chose Old Xu?

Meng Anran's pretty face suddenly paled, and she hurried forward, her voice filled with anxiety and panic: "Xu Pingsheng! Didn't I tell you to take Xiaomeng'er and leave this place immediately? Why are you still here!"

Xu Pingsheng shook his head slightly, a casual yet domineering smile playing on his lips: "If my woman is being bullied, and I were to slink away with my tail between my legs, would I still be considered a man?"

A simple sentence instantly touched the softest spot in Meng Anran's heart, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes, making her feel both shy and warm.

Old Xu may be a womanizer, but he still has some conscience.

While I was moved, endless worry instantly overwhelmed me.

Although Lao Xu boasted that she could deal with Tang San and Wu Jiechao, she knew very well that it was absolutely impossible!

Above the Quasi-Emperor lies a formidable chasm.

Xu Pingsheng is currently only at the first level of Quasi-Emperor. Even with a top-tier Quasi-Emperor weapon, he can only rely on the power of the divine weapon to cross two or three realms at most. He might be able to barely cross four realms with a sneak attack.

However, Tang San on the other side was a genuine late-stage Quasi-Emperor Seventh Heaven expert. The gap between the late stage and the middle stage was even greater. Even Wu Jiechao, who was a Quasi-Emperor Sixth Heaven, was no match for Tang San. Xu Pingsheng had no chance of winning at all.

Fortunately, she still had the mysterious treasure left by her parents. It was that treasure that tore through the void and teleported the three sisters away, ignoring all restrictions.

Now, after so many years of accumulating energy, it should be enough to safely send Xu Pingsheng and Xiao Meng'er away.

And this moment.

Tang San and Wu Jiechao in the void had extremely gloomy expressions, and a chilling killing intent emanated from their bodies without restraint.

Tang San, in particular, was filled with boundless rage.

Someone actually stole his... lines!

Everyone in the Kunxu Realm knows that "You have already chosen the path to death" is his catchphrase.

This old man is clearly mocking him.

Fearing Xu Pingsheng's terrifying strength in instantly killing Zhao Ping, he still had some reservations and dared not act rashly.

But when Tang San discovered that Xu Pingsheng was only at the first level of Quasi-Emperor cultivation, and then focused his gaze on the long sword in Xu Pingsheng's hand that exuded a powerful aura, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"A top-tier quasi-Emperor weapon?"

A barely concealed burning greed instantly surfaced in Tang San's eyes.

Compared to toying with Meng Anran and the other two women, this treasure, which is almost a semi-imperial weapon, is worth hundreds or thousands of times more!

He immediately let out a cold laugh, his tone full of contempt and disdain:

"Ha, so it was nothing more than relying on the advantage of divine weapons to launch a sneak attack. I thought you really had some skills!"

"However, with your mere Quasi-Emperor Level 1 cultivation, how many times can you activate a Quasi-Emperor weapon of this level?"

"Besides, I also possess a quasi-Emperor weapon!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Pingsheng raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? Is that so? You want to weigh me in?"

Wu Jiechao, who was standing to the side, finally realized what was going on and saw through the whole story. His face was filled with deep sarcasm, and he burst into laughter:

"Truly ignorant of their own limitations! Having luckily reached the Quasi-Emperor realm and wielding a divine weapon, they become arrogant and conceited, genuinely believing they can act with impunity?"

"Today I will make you fully realize the enormous, insurmountable gap between us!"

The moment he finished speaking, Wu Jiechao no longer held back, and his powerful and vast Quasi-Emperor Level 6 cultivation erupted completely!

A boundless surge of spiritual energy swept across the area, a howling wind arose, the world changed color, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire plaza.

Everyone around was overwhelmed by this overwhelming aura, trembling all over, as if they were in the apocalypse, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

The power of a quasi-emperor is terrifying!

Xu Pingsheng remained calm and composed, his brows slightly furrowed.

Wu Jiechao is supposed to be from the Qingyun Holy Land, so why does he seem less imposing than Liu Ruyan, who is at the first level of Quasi-Emperor?

It seems that there's no need to use the two minor realm rewards I've accumulated; Quasi-Emperor Level 1—

That's enough!

I've already tested the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger against Liu Ruyan, now it's time to try the Heavenly Emperor Scripture!

"Heavenly Emperor Fist!"

Xu Pingsheng thrust his right fist forward in an unremarkable manner.

There was no dazzling divine light, no deafening roar, and not even the surrounding spiritual energy showed the slightest disturbance. It was as if it were just a punch thrown casually by a mortal, extremely ordinary.

"What arrogance!"

Wu Jiechao's eyes were filled with even more mockery.

After the last Heavenly Emperor of the Ancient Era fell, the name of Heavenly Emperor ceased to exist in the world.

Even if later prodigies and geniuses were more amazing, they only dared to call themselves "Human Emperor".

But this old geezer, he came up with "Heavenly Emperor Fist" right off the bat, who the hell is he trying to scare?

Wu Jie unleashed his full power as a Quasi-Emperor at the sixth level, and a thick layer of pale golden armor appeared on his body. It was the "Golden Sky Armor," an imperial secret technique he had painstakingly cultivated for many years.

He crossed his arms, and the vast power of a quasi-emperor condensed into a phantom giant hammer, which, with the force to tear the sky apart, crashed down toward Xu Pingsheng's fist.

"boom--!"

The moment the two forces collided, it was as if the world had been silenced.

The next second, a devastating energy storm suddenly erupted!

The golden hammer shattered like glass the moment it touched Xu Pingsheng's fist, and the immense power of the quasi-emperor was instantly crushed like a tidal wave.

Wu Jiechao's mockery froze, replaced by utter shock.

He felt an irresistible, terrifying force surge into his body through his arm, instantly severing his meridians and crushing his internal organs as if they were being repeatedly hammered.

"puff--!"

Blood gushed out, and Wu Jiechao's massive body, like a kite with a broken string, crashed into three giant peaks at the edge of the square, carving a deep trench a hundred feet long in the ground before he could barely stop. His aura instantly weakened to the extreme.

Xu Pingsheng remained standing in the same spot.

Dressed in white, her hair remained perfectly still, and not even a flick of her sleeves caused her to move, as if the punch she had just delivered had merely brushed away a speck of dust from her shoulder.

Several words involuntarily come to mind—

Pretentiousness is like the wind, always with me.