Chapter 1223: Suppression

ould be in danger.The Valley of the Wicked is nestled between two towering mountains.From afar, it looks like a narrow strip of land, almost like a sliver in the sky.But once you step inside, you'll d..."If that's how it has to be, then die..."

Ning Zhi didn't waste any words.

A finger lightly tapped the forehead, a drop of blood falling, then dripping onto the bronze cymbal.

In an instant, the ordinary bronze cymbal emitted a brilliant light. A terrifying murderous aura emanated from it.

Feeling the palpable killing intent, Chen Ping gritted his teeth and pushed his Dragon Power to its absolute limit.

Faced with such a magic weapon, Chen Ping did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

Looking at Chen Ping like that, Ning Zhi's lips twitched slightly: "Useless, in front of my magic treasures, you are not even an ant."

Go on, Ning Zhi flung the bronze cymbal in his hand at Chen Ping.

Soon, the copper cymbal grew larger in mid-air, beams of light shooting out from it and directly illuminating Chen Ping.

Instant killing intent filled the air, and everyone stared in astonishment.

Chen Ping gritted his teeth, looking at the copper cymbal pressing down on him. Chen Ping punched out with all his might.

"Holy Light Fist..."

A golden light, like a blazing sun, erupted from Chen Ping's fist.

struck it hard against the copper cymbal.

Unfortunately, the punch landed on the bronze cymbal with no discernible change.

Boom......

The copper cymbal pressed Chen Ping directly into it. blood from the corner of his mouth.His dark arms recovered quickly. Years of cultivation had long since made Ding Bu'er immune to the poison of the Soul-Severing Palm."Second brother, let's go up tog...