"Who is it, who is it? Can anyone intervene in a duel between disciples?"
Gao Yue felt an immense sense of absurdity.
He blocked Han Wushang and Sima Rou from interfering, guessing that no one else would dare or have the ability to meddle in the duel between the two martial halls.
Yet, someone managed to brazenly rush onto the battlefield right under his nose.
And saved Han Xiaoru.
Chen Ping slightly exerted force in his palm, suppressing Han Xiaoru's sudden reaction of alarm, "Don't move, it's me."
Upon hearing this, Han Xiaoru immediately relaxed, sweating profusely.
A hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
"Is it really you?"
To be honest, if Chen Ping hadn't spoken, she truly wouldn't have recognized him.
Although he looked just as handsome, the slight change in the shape of his eyes, flesh, and bones made his aura quite different.
"Wait, how did you know I would lose? And this speed, it's way too fast."
Being dragged by Chen Ping, neither of them landed on the ground.
