Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

readable, showing no intention of stopping.As the young man's palm was about to land on Chen Ping's head, Chen Ping roared angrily and punched towards the sky. A terrifying surge of spiritual energy...of consciousness Why doesn't it have a single character, yet it absorbs energy so frantically""I don't understand!" asked Zheyan.Chen Ping didn't speak, but his pupils constricted as he stared at the...