later.>WhatOne hundred and twenty-eight great martial kings all fell.Two minutes later.Forty Martial Emperors all perished in the sea.And then.There are nearly two hundred remaining cultivators, surr...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.recognized him. Wasn't this Zhao Ping-an who had killed Kong Zhao-ran How did he become Chen Ping-anWhat The next second."Arrogant fool, you dare come to my Hundred Herb Pavilion to die I'll grind you...