However, in the face of Xu Ping's resolute refusal, the Nine Nether Elder remained unhurried, as if he had anticipated it.
He leisurely said, "Young friend, calm yourself. Since I dare to suggest this, naturally it is not to send us to our deaths."
"Without some confidence, how could I easily venture into such a perilous situation?"
"Confidence?"
Xu Ping frowned deeply, "I ask the elder to enlighten me, what confidence is there to face two Divinity Transformation cultivators?"
The Nine Nether Elder remained silent, just slightly smiled.
In the next moment.
An indescribable and vast Divine Sense, as terrifying as the heavenly Dao, unexpectedly emanated from his withered body.
This Divine Sense did not spread boundlessly, instead, it was precisely confined within the Blood Bone Hall's tiny space.
Yet its majestic pressure made Xu Ping's Divine Sense feel inferior in comparison.
Undoubtedly, this was the Divine Sense at the Divinity Transformation level.
