WHOOSH!
Everyone stared at him, their expressions stunned, their minds reeling with the same thought: I still have a trump card!
Still?
After all this slaughter, he still frickin' has a trump card?
The warriors from the Divine Clan vomited blood.
Soon, a young figure arrived. He was dressed simply, his face resolute, and only his eyes shone with a keen spirit. He had traveled through wind and dust, his hair disheveled. Most importantly, he was holding a dilapidated halberd, its entire body a drab, brownish-gray, bare of any writing or patterns, yet it emanated an oppressive Divine Might.
A Heaven Tao Divine Weapon?
The cultivators present were all aghast.
Huh? Chen Pingping stared at this fellow, a sense of familiarity washing over him—not in appearance, but in a certain feeling he got from him. He watched intently…
"It's him!" someone exclaimed in shock, revealing the truth. "The Headmaster of the Heavenly Phoenix Imperial Academy, Ning Anran!"
