a piercing sonic boom echoed through the air.This punch contained all of Chen Ping's strength, with no reservations whatsoever.Watanabe Ichiro felt the sharp tearing sound above his head. His face ch...In a pinch, Chen Ping could also refine the Nascent Soul.Chen Ping sat cross-legged, bringing the Inner Focus Art to its peak. A massive vortex began frantically absorbing the spiritual energy emanati...
Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control