Chapter 145: The Fake Table

l have no cards left and nothing to rely on.A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and then struck Chen Ping directly!“Watch me break your formation…”Chen Ping held his Zhulong Sword high, and th... Chen Ping didn't know the old man's identity, let alone what kind of demon he was!Chen Ping recounted to Xue Mo everything he had learned about the Holy Light Fist. Unexpectedly, Xue Mo burst into la...