ul Returning Needle to temporarily save your life, if this illness is not treated, you won't live past three months!"Upon hearing this from Chen Ping, Su Wenzong knelt down with a thud before him: "Pl...Seeing the black qi constantly heading towards the man in the suit, Bing Long also began to become a little agitated.

Soon, the black qi above the man in the suit slowly gathered into a huge fist. The man stomped his foot and launched it directly at the ice dragon.

The ice dragon stood its ground, hissing twice and opening its gaping maw toward the man in the suit.

Both sides fought fiercely, crisscrossing each other in a chaotic battle. The onlookers on the shore involuntarily retreated, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Only Chen Ping stood there motionless, his brows furrowed tightly. This demonic cultivator's strength had exceeded Chen Ping's imagination. He hadn't expected this guy's spells to be so powerful, and he'd hidden them very well indeed.

Just then, Cheng Kun and Xuanyuan Kai also brought people over. Seeing the scene in mid-air where the man in a suit was fighting with the ice dragon, their faces turned ugly.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the man in the suit and Binglong both involuntarily took a step back. Apparently, the man in the suit suffered more, because at this moment he had been directly knocked away by Binglong.

The man in the suit fell to the ground, his face as white as paper and blood continuously spewing from his mouth.

And the ice dragon seemed to be badly wounded, falling straight back into the water after a single blow.

Gradually, the lake surface returned to calm. Everyone looked at the man in the suit with solemn expressions.

"Second brother, it's bad, this guy can't beat the ice dragon, it looks like he's going to be caught. What do we do"

Qin Xiaohan saw that the man in the suit was injured, knowing that this guy definitely couldn't escape. After all, Cheng Kun and Xuanyuan Kai had also arrived, they couldn't possibly let an injured demon cultivator leave.

Qin Xiaoxian remained silent, his face constantly changing. He didn't know how badly the man in the suit was injured and dared not go out rashly.

And Zhao Chuang, seeing the man in the suit fall to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, a smile spread across his face.

Now he could finally get his revenge. On the cruise, that man in a suit hadn't given him any face, now was the perfect time to strike while he was down.

Zhao Chuang waved his hand, leading several of his men, and then surrounded the man in the suit.

The man in the suit saw Zhao Chuang leading people to surround him, his face changed drastically. Without thinking, he knew that Zhao Chuang had come for revenge.

And with the menacing presence of the Pillared Gate and members of the Xuanyuan family lurking around, the man in the suit knew that if he didn't fight hard, escaping this place would be nearly impossible.

"Haha... Aren't you very impressive How about now, caught in my hands, I'll let you know what it means to be worse than dead!"

Zhao Chuang looked at the man in the suit, a smug smile on his face.

The man in the suit, though glaring furiously, was badly wounded and stood no chance against Zhao Chuang and his men. He could only endure their insults.

Seeing the man in a suit not speaking back, Zhao Chuang felt even more exhilarated. He raised one foot and stomped it hard on that man's face.

Zhao Chuang's actions completely enraged the man in the suit. As a martial arts master, he was humiliated by a mere Grandmaster. The man in the suit decided he wouldn't endure it any longer.

I saw the man in the suit rummaging through his clothes, Zhao Chuang thought he was going to pull out a weapon and hastily took two steps back in fear.

But upon closer inspection, he only saw the man in the suit pull out a wooden doll. Zhao Chuang couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn it, how old are you and still playing with dolls!"

Zhao Chuang said with a sneer.

"Haha..."

Zhao Chuang's men also burst into laughter.

The man in the suit ignored Zhao Chuang's sarcasm, instead holding a doll in his hand, biting his tongue and spraying a mouthful of blood onto the doll.

Originally already seriously injured, this mouthful of essence blood spurting out made the man in the suit's injuries even worse, his face as pale as paper, nearly fainting.t would be another headache.Just as Chen Ping was walking towards the front desk, a man in an all-black suit, wearing a black hat and sunglasses, brushed past Chen Ping.The man's hands were very white...