d was also oozing from the corner of his mouth!Gu Ling'er ran over worriedly and gently helped Chen Ping wipe the bloodstains!Chen Ping stared at the iron gate before him, suddenly as if he had though... faint layer of white mist enveloped his fist!"Holy Light Fist..."Chen Ping punched the statue, he couldn't let it absorb all the spiritual power, or even a hundred of himself wouldn't be a match for...