But even if he doesn’t reach the peak of Wu Hou’s strength, it’s easy to kill him instantly!
Chen Ping’s body was wrapped in the power of the dragon, emitting a faint light!
“Chen Ping, if you kneel down and kowtow to me now to admit your mistake and hand over all your treasures, I might be able to spare your life!”
Ning Zhi looked at Chen Ping and said, “I prefer talents. You were a genius. It’s such a pity that you died like this!”
Ning Zhi was not sorry that Chen Ping died, but he was afraid that this blow from the peak of Wu Hou’s power would damage all the treasures on Chen Ping’s body.
Especially the Demon Suppressing Tower, it is simply a unique treasure.
With the Demon Suppressing Tower, you can get twice the result with half the effort in practice, and Chen Ping is a living example.
Ning Zhi believes that Chen Ping would not have been able to grow so fast without the Demon Suppressing Tower.
“Kneel down and admit your mistake?” Chen Ping smiled coldly: “Are you worthy of doing this?”
Chen Ping burst out with fighting spirit. Even if he faced the peak power of Wu Hou, Chen Ping would never compromise.
“If that’s the case, then go to hell…”
Ning Zhi didn’t talk nonsense.
He placed his finger lightly on his forehead, and a drop of blood dripped down, then onto the cymbal.
In an instant, the ordinary copper cymbals emitted light for a while, and bursts of extremely terrifying murderous intent spread from the copper cymbals.
Feeling the murderous intent spreading throughout, Chen Ping gritted his teeth and exerted the power of the dragon to the extreme.
Facing such a magic weapon, Chen Ping did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
Seeing Chen Ping like that, Ning Zhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly: “It’s useless, you are worse than an ant in front of my magic weapon.”
Say it, Ning Zhi threw the cymbal in his hand towards Chen Ping.
Soon, the cymbal grew larger in mid-air, and rays of light emitted from the cymbal, shining directly on Chen Ping’s body.
Instantly, murderous intent filled the air, and everyone looked at it in surprise.
Chen Ping gritted his teeth and looked at the cymbal pressing towards him, before Chen Ping punched it out.
“Holy Light Fist…”
A stream of golden light burst out from Chen Ping’s fist.
Hit the cymbal directly and hard.