"Lu Changsheng, come out!"
Patriarch Sima in a black robe, with a stern face, didn't even glance at Ling Zixiao, directly raised his hand, his Pseudo-Dan Level Mana Spiritual Pressure spreading, and struck towards the merchant convoy with a palm.
"Boom!"
With a casual strike from the False Core Immortal, the mana surged like a mountain torrent, forming the outline of a giant palm.
"Hmph!"
Not far away, the tall and sturdy Lu Ping'an snorted coldly, leaving an afterimage in his original spot, his fist gleaming with golden light, smashing Patriarch Sima's attack.
Lu Ping'an knew that this was not the time for words.
After breaking the attack, he shot forward, closing in on Patriarch Sima, his golden fist emanating wild wind and thunder, continuing to strike out.
"Hmm!?"
"Not good!"
Patriarch Sima and the three elders of the Sima Family who accompanied him were all startled, not expecting Lu Ping'an in front of them to be so fierce.
