Fang ping could not care less about the matters at the summit.
Fang ping could not interfere with the arrangements of the Paragon.
Although Fang ping was doing very well now, strength was the foundation. Without strength, everything was illusory.
Without strength, he would be a wanted man in the catacombs.
The evil sect martial artists would only dare to attack him if he did not have the strength.
If he had Zhang Tao's strength, no one would dare to lay a hand on him even if he could guarantee a true King's rank, let alone a true King's absolute art.
In this battle where the evil sect had attacked, Fang ping had been a bystander the entire time.
He couldn't even compare to people like Chen yaoting. He couldn't even compare to the regimental commanders of the fallen star Army and the Wu an Army.