Zhao Wujī seeing that Chen Píng was resolute, there was nothing he could do. He wouldn't attack Chen Píng, and besides, he knew he wasn't Chen Píng's opponent at all!
"Zhao Wujie, you still haven't made a move, I will remove your position..."
Seeing that Zhao Wují still hadn't made a move, the reinforcements roared in anger!
"Leader, Mr. Chen must have his reasons for doing this. Please trust him."
”
Zha Wuji pleaded with Chang Yuanying.
"Damn it, my son is almost driven to death by him."
The loyal general watched his son screaming in pain, and then turned to Yuan Baozhong and said: "Master Yuan, please stop him quickly. As long as you can stop him, I will agree to anything you ask!"
The reinforcements' words delighted Yuan Baozhong, who immediately nodded and said, "Leader, I'll take action right away. But as you know, magical combat is a life-or-death affair. If I accidentally kill Chen Ping, you can't hold me responsible!"
Yuan Baozhong just wanted to take the opportunity to retaliate against Chen Ping and kill him!
"No, no."
"The reinforcements spoke hastily,"
At this moment, Changyuan's face was twisted in agony. He clutched his head in his hands and rolled on the ground, clearly suffering immensely.
"Well then, I'll take care of it myself."
”
Yuan Baozhong spoke, his figure suddenly erupting. Immediately after, he swung a palm strike, the wind from his palm transforming into a gigantic hand that shot toward Chen Ping. The red light illuminating Chang Yuan was also blocked by this massive palm, easing his suffering somewhat.
"Dad, save me, save me, I don't want to die..."
Chang Yuan clung tightly to Chang Yu's leg, his eyes filled with terror.
"Son, don't worry, no one can kill you. I've already asked Master Yuan to help, so rest assured."
”
The auxiliary soldier knelt down and hugged Chang Yuan tightly, comforting him.
"Mr. Chen..."
Zhao Wujī saw that Yuán Bǎozhōng had already made a move, and the moment he did so, it was with such a earth-shattering momentum. He hurriedly wanted to step forward to help Chén Píng.

"Zhao Wují, if you dare to help that Chen Píng, I will not only remove your position but also have you punished. "
”
The auxiliary soldiers glared angrily at Zhao Wuj.
Zhao Wujie stood there, frozen in place, like an ant on a hot pan, torn between two choices.
"Master Zhao, just watch. A mere little sorcerer can't possibly harm me..."
Chen Ping's lips curled into a slight smile, and he said with disdain.
Kid, you won't be so arrogant later.
”
Yuan Baozhong muttered to himself as he spoke, and the enormous palm suddenly burst into flames. The heat wave instantly swept through the entire hall, and everyone could feel the intense heat. They all looked on in disbelief.
Zou Zhilong now had a sinister smile on his face. Chen Ping had ruined his plans, so he deserved to die. Now, he wanted to see Chen Ping die with his own eyes.
But just the next moment, everyone was stunned.
Only to see Yuan Baozhong's enormous flaming hand, suspended above Chen Ping's head. There was no way for it to advance any further towards him.
At this moment, Chen Ping's whole body was shrouded in red light, like a god descending to earth. Under this red light, his enormous palm gradually shrank, and the flames slowly extinguished.
"How is that possible?" Yuan Baozhong's eyes widened in disbelief.
This was his most powerful move, Yuan Baozhong attacked Chen Ping with the intention of killing him from the start, so he didn't hold back at all. Unexpectedly, his killer move had no effect on Chen Ping whatsoever.
"Come on, show me what you've got!"
Chen Ping gently blew a breath of air, and the fist wind condensed in his palm instantly dissipated.
Yuan Baozhong looked at Chen Ping, his whole body trembling with sweat, completely stunned.
"You...who exactly are you? What kind of magic did you use? Who is your master?"
Yuan Baozhong asked Chen Ping several questions in one breath.

(Editor in charge：wings of fire graphic novel)