Chen Ping's expression shifted slightly when he heard what she said.
On the Douluo Continent, people who knew the name Tang San were as numerous as carp crossing a river, but far fewer knew Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.
Since she had instantly claimed to be Qian Renxue after hearing him pass himself off as Tang San, she was probably a student who had received a complete education in Douluo history, and was very likely from the Douluo Three Kingdoms.
The reason was simple. During his studies in the Sun Moon Empire, Chen Ping had personally witnessed how the empire described the Douluo Continent's history from ten thousand years ago as legends and stories. They fundamentally denied the existence of gods in this world, so naturally, they would not take the initiative to teach anything related to rank-one-hundred Soul Masters.
To the Sun Moon Empire's imperial family, this was merely one part of strengthening their rule, but here, it became a tool Chen Ping could use to quickly deduce which power the woman before him came from.
Of course, besides those two possibilities, there was another: she might actually have survived from that era ten thousand years ago. In that case, whatever her identity was, it would be no surprise that she knew those two names inside out.
As Chen Ping spoke, a green light brimming with powerful vitality emerged from his hand. He transferred a strand of vitality into the Evil Soul Master with the Blood-Red Bat Martial Soul, then picked him up like a chick, chose a room at random, and tossed him onto the floor.
"I ask, you answer. Get one sentence wrong, and I break one of your fingers. Cooperate."
Chen Ping looked coldly at the Evil Soul Master before him, without the slightest warmth in