Chen Ping was filled with uncertain suspicion, yet his face remained impassive.
"Gao Li, what do you count for? Daring to judge my crimes, are you mistaking yourself for the master?"
"How presumptuous. In the palace, who is the master and who is the slave, is that something for someone like you to discuss? Defying your superiors, committing a grave sin of insubordination, do you know what death is?"
Gao Li's voice rose once again, his breath suddenly condensing, sharp as a drawn blade, cold light shining forth ten feet, catching Chen Ping entirely off guard.
"You... I am not even..." Chen Ping gritted his teeth.
"I will ask you once more, are you ready or not?"
Gao Li didn't give Chen Ping a chance to retort, pressing him step by step.
Chen Ping's complexion darkened, and, suddenly lifting his head, his eyes flashed with a savage hue as he leaped from his seat, his claws like hooks, aiming for Gao Li's Heavenly Spirit.
"Sir, this must not..."