Chen Ping didn't get much advantage either.
He was sent flying again, spewing a mouthful of fresh red blood.
This time, however, he wasn't the least bit discouraged; instead, he burst into laughter...
He felt a clarity in the world before him, and even if the mist was deep and the forest dense, obscuring his view, he felt that nothing could cloud his heart anymore.
Even if his five organs were attacked by innate True Qi and his body was severely injured, he could still fight hundreds of rounds.
His spirit was infinitely elevated, and he felt as if his fighting intent was blazing...
'So, the legend of breaking through oneself in the midst of life and death is true.'
In his past life, Chen Ping was accustomed to acting after careful planning, even when facing various crises, always leaving himself a way out.
Without a way out, he couldn't survive.
