Chen Ping hadn't even had time to react when Ning Hai slapped him in the chest with a palm.
Chen Ping's body instantly flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, scales falling off his chest.
"Big Brother Chen..."
"Mr. Chen..."
Seeing Chen Ping being struck and flying backward, both Xiao Min and Ji Ru Xue looked worried.
Chen Ping fell heavily to the ground, then looked at the two people and said, "Don't come over..."
At this moment, Chen Ping's chest had caved in, and it was obvious that several of his ribs were broken!
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and Chen Ping's blood qi surged wildly within him!
Ning Hai's palm strike exceeded Chen Ping's imagination in terms of power.
Luckily, he had the indestructible golden body protecting him, and Chen Ping's physical body was also incredibly strong, so the damage wasn't worse.
Chen Ping wiped the blood from his mouth and slowly stood up.
Ning Dahai looked at Chen Ping, his brow slightly furrowed, with a hint of surprise: "You actually endured my palm strike. It seems your physical body is incredibly tough..."
Ning Hai now is definitely not a newly appointed martial marquis. He has entered the rank of martial marquis for six or seven years. Otherwise, even if the Ning family did not join the Martial Arts Alliance, no other sects or aristocratic families would dare to provoke them?
Ning Hai was considered a veteran martial artist, already famous in Kyoto in the past.
But he didn't expect that his palm strike wouldn't kill Chen Ping.
"You're just too weak..."
Chen Ping looked coldly at Ning Hai, although Ning Hai's strength far exceeded his, Chen Ping would never admit defeat or surrender.
Ning Hai's face turned cold. He didn't expect Chen Ping to be so tough-talking, even in this situation, he dared to say such things.
"I made you tough-mouthed, go die for me..."
Ning Hai's face was filled with anger, and then his figure instantly disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Chen Ping.
Chen Ping had been keeping a close eye on Ning Hai for a long time, not daring to be distracted in the slightest. When Ning Hai moved, Chen Ping's every hair stood on end.

"Holy Light Fist....."
Chen Ping roared angrily, even though he hadn't seen Ning Hai's figure yet, Chen Ping had already thrown a punch.
Chen Ping knew that by the time he saw Ning Hai's figure, it would be too late to make a move.
Chen Ping's fists were wrapped in golden light, a swimming golden dragon coiling around his arm.
The power of the divine dragon, was fully unleashed by Chen Ping.
"Divine Dragon Power..."
Ning Hai's eyes narrowed slightly, then he slammed his fist hard against Chen Ping's chest.
This palm strike contained all of Ning Hai's inner strength. Let alone Chen Ping, who was only a half-step martial marquis, even a true martial marquis wouldn't dare to withstand Ning Hai's full force head-on!
Boom…
A deafening roar echoed, Chen Ping's arm twisted in an instant, and his body flew backwards.
But this time, Ning Hai did not stand still. His figure shook, and a wave of pain shot through his palm!
Ning Hai's eyes widened in surprise, looking at Chen Ping with disbelief.
"The power of the divine dragon is indeed extraordinary..."
Ning Hai's eyes were filled with greed as he looked at Chen Ping.
And Chen Ping, looking at his twisted arm, instantly yanked with his other hand, restoring his twisted arm.
Just now, he mobilized almost all of his divine dragon power, barely managing to withstand Ning Hai's palm strike.
But now Chen Ping knows that the power of the dragon within his body cannot support him to fight on.
"Kid, hand over the dragon crystal on your body, and I'll let you die a quick death. What do you say?"
Ning Hai also became interested in the dragon crystal within Chen Ping's body.
“Dragon Crystal is not something someone like you can obtain. You and your son are both thieves, your entire Ning family are nothing but scoundrels.”
Chen Ping cursed at Ning Hai Da.
"Little beast, you're looking for death…"
Ning Hai's face turned icy cold, and the anger within him continued to rise.

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