Chapitre 62: Who Do You Think You Are? How Dare You Even Think Of Touching My Disciple?

"Damn b*tch, how dare you injure my precious son!"

After feeding Chen Ping the pill, Chen Junhao stood up slowly. His eyes were filled with anger and his body was bursting with purple spiritual power.

At this moment, his mind was filled with anger. He no longer cared about the fact that Li Qingyan was the woman that his precious son had been longing for. He did not even care about why Li Qingyan's cultivation had increased by so much.

He just wanted to slap Li Qingyan to death.

"How could this be? How could this be?"

Chen Ping, who was lying unconscious on the arena platform, muttered those words to himself in a daze. His expression was filled with unwillingness, and streams of blood slowly flowed out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Chen Junhao's facial expression changed. He quickly gave up on the idea of killing Li Qingyan and rushed over to Chen Ping's side.