Chen Ping didn’t dodge, and even the body protection immortal light didn’t condense, he just stood there calmly.

“He’s crazy?!” Someone screamed.

Seeing that the fist shadow was about to hit Chen Ping——

Chen Ping raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and shook it lightly at the powerful crimson fist shadow.

“Poof.”

It’s like crushing a bubble.

That fist shadow that was enough to seriously injure the sixth-rank cultivators of the Heavenly Immortal Realm suddenly collapsed and annihilated when it was three feet away from Chen Ping’s palm, turning into the most primitive fire-type spiritual energy and dissipating into the air.