Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

to make Chen Ping struggle for breath."Holy Light Fist..."Chen Ping gritted his teeth and directly unleashed the Holy Light Fist.A burst of golden light pierced through the void, dazzling and intense...for its life!"Mr. Chen, the lightning of this Bloodthirsty Thunder Eagle seems to be following your own lightning power..."Gao Qisheng said!After all, the essence of thunder and lightning that Chen Pi...