men were helpless, one after another falling to the ground. Some lay unconscious, while others writhed in agony on the floor, screaming.It's only been a short minute.All the strong men fell to the gro...Chapter 1192

Zhao Ping'an spoke slowly, his face turning pale after finishing his words. He seemed as calm and still as a corpse, an eerie peace settling over him, unspeakable sorrow etched on his features.

He began to slowly rotate his body, looking at each face, trying to memorize them all.

None of these people are allowed to run!

Qian Rong also often heard this, her body softened instantly, and despair filled her eyes.

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等不得！

"You insignificant vermin, face the whip!"

As he spoke, he whipped out his divine whip and lashed straight at Zhao Ping'an, his body also charging forward with incredible speed.

Thousands of monks saw this scene.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It was almost simultaneous.

Suddenly!

Zhao Ping'an’s spiritual energy surged outward, condensing into a blade. Just as he raised his hand, a white light flashed across Zhou Sihai’s brow.

Just watch. a moment.The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.Zhao Ping'an quickly glanced over, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to hide in!Ouyang Qian's gaze flickered between the two, and finally land...