Yuann Tong switched the staff to his left hand, waved his right hand, and sneered, "If you can defeat me, everything will be negotiable, but if not, you'd better retreat now."
The monkey's expression was extremely complex, glancing sideways at Chen Ping, lazily appearing disinterested.
Indeed, there was nothing more to say.
Although Chen Ping had cultivated a remarkably powerful physique, from outward appearances, it did not show at all.
He was merely of well-proportioned build, average height, with an elegant and handsome face.
He looked more like a wealthy young lord than a formidable martial cultivator.
In terms of physique and aura, he couldn't even compare to Han Xiaoru.
"Did the Profound Secret Mansion place a soul restriction or a bloodline restriction?"
Chen Ping squinted his eyes for a moment before suddenly asking.
"Of course, it's a soul restriction; he still can't control Master Yuann's bloodline..."
