Lu Ping'an remained silent.
Qi and blood roared within his body, his organs resonated with metallic sounds, and his heart thumped like the drumbeats of gods and demons, invoking the pseudo-divine abilities condensed by the Hundred Refinements Treasure Body Art to push his physical body to the extreme.
Otherwise, in his current state, he knew that defeating Patriarch Sima was impossible.
"What, your Sima Family ambushed the Lu Family Caravan, and I've yet to seek an explanation from you on behalf of Bi Lake Mountain, yet you wish to accuse us instead?"
Ling Zixiao spoke up from the side, her calm and indifferent voice carrying an indescribable authority, showing no sign of weakness in the face of this False Core Immortal.
While speaking, one of her hands held a glowing Array Plate, the other formed Gesture Incantations.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
