No longer concealed by the illusion technique, Chen Ping'an's Dao robe, Golden Sweet Wine, had transformed from snow-white back to its original golden color.0

The expression in Li Li's eyes became dark after Chen Ping'an channeled the Deity Drumming Technique and threw ten punches again. However, he still chose to ignore Chen Ping'an, allowing the young boy's punches to accumulate and grow stronger.0

The yin soul with three arms, six heads, and the disposition of a martial sage dispersed like clouds and smoke, causing spiritual energy to flow into the surroundings.0

At the same time, several gashes appeared on Golden Sweet Wine, signs of damage that couldn't be fixed during the battle. 0

Li Li ripped off his bright red official garb that was already in tatters. He looked over at Chen Ping'an, whose chest was rising and falling in an exaggerated manner, and saw that the young boy's hands were now bloody and mangled. Chen Ping'an tried his best to keep his eyes open, and it was indeed only his eyes that remained bright and clear on his blood-caked face.0

Li Li smiled and said, "It's a shame that you're a pure martial artist. This implies that you have absolutely no relationship with Parasol Leaf Sect and Jade Tablet Sect. Otherwise, I genuinely wouldn't have dared to kill you."0

Chen Ping'an closed one eye and replied in a hoarse voice, "Your two souls are quite weak, and they shattered after just seventeen or eighteen punches from me. They're nowhere near as powerful as Ding Ying's souls."0

"So what?" Li Li asked with a faint smile.0

"So I can exchange lives with you if I use my fist technique for the third time," Chen Ping'an replied in a muffled voice. "Are you afraid?"0

Li Li responded with a cold chuckle, clearly not convinced by the young boy's words.0

Moreover, as the imperial guardian of the Great Quan Empire with a pseudo-golden core, how could he not have...0