Inside the Heaven Mending Sect's great hall, when the Dean saw this scene, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes. He thought that Wang Ping's strength was plain for all to see, yet this fellow before him could face him so effortlessly and crush him.
Finding it unbelievable, he glanced at the Elders behind him and said calmly:
"Get ready to step in and stop them. Though Wang Ping's strength isn't much, his aptitude is decent. He can't possibly match an enemy like this!"
Everyone nodded. Looking at the clearly displeased Dean, their eyes were full of amusement. They thought that even the Dean's disciple had actually suffered such a crushing setback at the Trio's hands.
On the plain, Wang Ping kept retreating as he watched Ye Xingchen grow ever stronger before him, his eyes filled with fear.
In fewer than a few exchanges, he had felt his strength suppressed on every front, yet this fellow before him clearly had not used his full strength. That was what he found most unbelievable. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Wang Ping immediately retreated several steps and said through gritted teeth:
"Though I know I'm no match for you, I refuse to believe I can't even force you to use your full strength. Today, you have to show me what you're truly capable of."
After throwing out those words, Wang Ping abruptly began radiating streaks of bloody light. He was clearly using the Power of Blood to continually stimulate his body's powerful functions. Sure enough, as he used the power of his blood, he became like a god or demon, his hair whipping through the air.
Standing opposite him, Ye Xingchen could not help shaking his head slightly at the sight. With a casual wave, he