However, this shameful emotion only briefly surfaced before being shattered by his heart and spirit. Forcibly raising his fighting spirit, he coordinated with a powerful military array, sealing off heaven and earth, the momentum was on his side.
At this moment, he discarded the thought of victory or defeat, the mind of honor or disgrace.
The fighting spirit of a martial artist burned fiercely like the sun in the sky, with a single sword strike, gathering the Primordial Qi within a ten-mile radius, condensing into a sword, he believed that even a mountain could be split open.
"Breaking strength with greater strength, crushing the enemy's sharpness."
Chen Ping had just broken through and felt the sky was too low, the ground too short, with the Primordial Qi around him circulating within his heart.
Numerous threads of force appeared before his eyes, as clear as observing patterns in his palm.
