Ge Fuhai whispered softly.

"Dad, what did you say?"

Ge Jiayi asked.

"Oh, nothing!"

Ge Fuhai quickly shook his head.

On the martial arts field, Chen Ping stared at the four men in black bronze robes with murderous intent in his eyes.

Even though Chen Ping has been seriously injured now, he still has a strong murderous intention.

The four men in black bronze robes looked at Chen Ping with fear in their hearts!

Four of them, the masters of the middle stage of Wuhou, could not kill Chen Ping even if they joined forces, and they also had space magic weapons to help them. Such a lineup and strength may not even the seventh-grade Wuhou can withstand, but Chen Ping at this time

But he endured it.

"It's my turn now..."

Chen Ping gritted his teeth and slowly raised his fist.

"Holy Light Fist..."
Chapter completed!