The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with even more murderous intent as he looked at Chen Ping, who had suddenly appeared.
“A mere ant at the eighth rank of True Immortal Realm dares to block my holy light?”
His voice carried an offended anger, “Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish.”
The golden scepter was raised once more, and holy light gathered at its tip.
Chen Ping didn’t look at him, but turned to look at Su Yuqi behind him.
“Can you still stand?” His voice was very soft, so soft that only Su Yuqi could hear it.
Su Yuqi nodded without saying anything.
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