Chen Ping'an instantly faltered upon hearing this.1

This was an instinctive reaction, just like how the little boy in azure and the little girl in pink had froze upon seeing Zhi Gui. In fact, such kind of reaction had little to do with how high one's cultivation base was. Instead, this was purely due to the overwhelming nature of one's aura.0

Pure martial artist... In some sense, this was most likely the essence of the description, pure.2

Back then, Song Changjing hadn't done anything either while standing in the government office in the small town. However, the sword cultivator Liu Baqiao, who also had a fairly impressive cultivation base, had felt as if his entire body were being pierced by needles.0

There was a loud boom.2

Chen Ping'an had just been about to do something to guard against any unexpected situation, yet he was immediately sent flying backward before he could even do anything. He violently crashed into the wall of the bamboo building before limply sliding to the floor. He struggled for a short moment, but he only managed to sit up with his back against the wall. There was blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't stand up no matter what.1

The old man crossed his arms after kicking Chen Ping'an in the abdomen, and he peered down at the young boy who was in a miserable state. He chuckled coldly and said, "You dare to let your mind wander when facing off against an opponent?! You're truly seeking death!"0

Chen Ping'an reached up and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. After slowly exhaling, he stood up in front of the wall, as if he were facing a formidable ...2