Next, it seemed that after witnessing Chen Ping's strong soul, his divine sense could fathom the intricacies to an unbelievable degree.
The golden-robed man closed his eyes tightly, forcibly using a secret technique to lock his heart and soul fluctuations, no longer paying attention to the slightest outside.
He was treating himself as a living corpse.
"Cut him twice."
Chen Ping casually let go of the golden-robed man he was holding, giving the order.
Fang Shen stepped forward, slashing the golden-robed man's thigh heavily, cutting so deep that the bone could be seen, yet the golden-robed man's brow did not furrow, nor did his emotions ripple.
Thus, Chen Ping knew that this person truly did not see his life as a life.
'Either he sees life and death lightly, not treating life as life as a death warrior. Or he believes this predicament is temporary, assured that I dare not kill him, or believes someone will come to rescue.'
