Chen Ping shuddered and abruptly tried to pull his hand away.
But that withered arm seemed cast from bronze and iron. Even with Chen Ping pulling so hard, it did not budge.
"Hehehe, I never imagined this old man would have a chance to survive being surrounded and attacked by two Soul Douluos from Shrek."
A grating voice like a broken bellows rang out.
Holding Chen Ping's hand, Zhongli Ren staggered to his feet with his mangled body.
The horrifying hole in Zhongli Ren's abdomen was now filled with illusory blood vessels, and no more blood seeped out.
Chen Ping instinctively activated the Recording Pearl he had kept hidden on his belt. Even if he really died here today, he had to let the academy know how he had died.
This Zhongli Ren had to fucking come down and join him.
Zhongli Ren snorted and slammed Chen Ping to the ground. His strength was so great that he nearly dislocated Chen Ping's wrist with the pull.
Though the pain sent cold sweat pouring from his entire body, Chen Ping did not dare make a sound. Slammed to the ground like that, he rapidly thought through ways to escape.
"Boy, do you want to die or live?"
Zhongli Ren shakily picked up his staff and planted a foot on Chen Ping.
"Live. I want to live."
Chen Ping did not dare act rashly at all. Even a gravely wounded, dying Soul Douluo was absolutely not someone a mere Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster like him could handle by staking his life on a desperate struggle.
Never mind anything else-the effortless way Zhongli Ren had just pulled him around like a doll was already something Chen Ping could never resist.
A Soul Douluo could beat a Soul King black and blue through physical strength