What absurd attack power was this?
Even though Chen Ping's two blows had been amplified by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the sheer numbers behind them still stunned almost everyone present.
Clearly, the crude, cumbersome, useless-looking club Chen Ping now held, which looked as though it had been dug out of some caveman's den, was nothing like his previous staff.
The most primitive, wildest, most rugged strength was displayed to its fullest in Chen Ping, his muscles bulging as he gripped the Barbarian Elephant Staff in both hands.
Not only that, Huo Yuhao noticed something even more important.
After those two heavy, powerful blows, waves of translucent white ripples were actually radiating from Chen Ping's entire body!
Those ripples looked just like a still lake pierced by a thrown stone, yet also like steam rising from a steamer.
Though inconspicuous, they drifted from Chen Ping's body and slowly flowed onto the staff, winding around its shaft like cloud dragons.
An indescribable imposing aura rose from Chen Ping.
Huo Yuhao did not know what this was, but he could clearly sense that Chen Ping in this state seemed stronger than he had been before swinging those two blows.
In other words, rather than leaving him short of strength through physical exertion, those two blows had only made Chen Ping fiercer as he fought, his vital energy flowing on without the slightest sign of exhaustion.
"Scatter!"
Seeing Chen Ping knock that enormous Hell White Tiger down with two blows, Bei Bei, who had been slapped flying backward, gave a low shout. Four Soul Rings pulsed around him as he charged into the crowd from the flank.
Xu Sanshi and Jiang Nannan moved at the same time. One teleported straight into the battlefield, while the other used Xuanming Displacement to swap Huo