Chapter 1192

ashed over her. Their combined strength was too overwhelming, she couldn't protect Zhao Ping'an.Zhao Ping'an looked at them all with disdain in his eyes."Even if there were countless ants, they would...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.h the ground, even the Ten Halls of Hell were only mid-level figures!Who is this guyLet me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Could it be… the son of the Emperor of FengduZhao...