"Bishop! Zhang!"
Su Chen's lips trembled, and he did not know what to say. He wanted to cry. During his days in Suotuo City, he had often eaten at Zhang Ping's home at her invitation. Bishop Zhang had treated him like his own grandson, showering him with care and affection.
Now, this lovable, respectable old man lay in his arms.
All his internal organs had been shattered, and his abdomen was filled with blood. Unless a Soul Master with the Nine Heart Begonia was here, no one could save Bishop Zhang's life.
"Old Zhang!"
"Bishop Zhang!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo cried out in shock. They, too, had often eaten at Zhang Ping's home. Seeing Bishop Zhang gravely wounded and dying, there was little to say about Chrysanthemum Douluo, who coveted the wealth and glory of Spirit Hall, but the hot-blooded Ghost Leopard Douluo's soul power became wildly unstable.
"Tang! Hao!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo forced the words out through clenched teeth, his fists tightly balled. If Bishop Zhang died here, how could he, as Zhang Ping's teacher, face her? At that thought, the violent fury in his heart broke completely out of control. He roared, "I'll fight you to the death today!"
Xiao Han might not have known that Ghost Leopard Douluo was more than just Zhang Ping's teacher. Passing through Suotuo City, Ghost Leopard Douluo had met her when she was still a little girl. Even then, he had recognized her extraordinary talent and taken her as his student.
As Ghost Leopard Douluo saw it, he had watched Zhang Ping grow up. He had neither a partner nor children. He had devoted his entire life to Spirit Hall and cultivation. In his eyes, Zhang Ping was his child.
With Bishop Zhang dying such a terrible death, the mere