"Is that so? I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve."
Lu Yuan, not inclined to waste more words, directly swung the dragon-patterned iron rod down upon him.
This time.
With no Su Yue as a shield, Lu Yuan had no scruples and could exert all his might!
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound of breaking through the air.
The dragon-patterned iron rod in Lu Yuan's hand radiated dark golden light, unleashing the terrifying power of ten thousand and eighty immortal divine mountains.
This swing had no technique to speak of, purely executed with the strength of his flesh body.
Yet, wherever the rod passed, vast expanses of void turned to nothingness.
Its terrifying might was several degrees stronger than the Primordial Tribulation Light!
Faced with this strike.
Even the Taichu Saint Son, using the Ten Thousand Transformations Immortal Body, dared not take it head-on.
For the battle instincts honed over years between life and death told him.
