Chapter 145: The Fake Table

hdrew his aura, and Chen Ping instantly felt the pressure on him ease. Another mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.Seeing Chen Ping still bleeding, the man shook his head: "Your body is too weak...n Ping was surprised. His Zhulong Sword was a spiritual sword, capable of cutting through iron like mud. But he didn't know what material this altar was made of. It was so hard and contained such grea...