"Bang!"
Lu Yuan struck out with a palm.
Before his hand even landed, the mountain behind the white-clothed youth collapsed in chunks, shattered into dust from afar.
As for the white-clothed youth himself, he felt his scalp tingle, sensing a strong sense of danger.
"Damn it! Why is his blood and qi so thick?"
He hastily raised a hand to defend, but the more he fought, the more shocked he was, finally feeling a chill throughout his body, and even a hint of retreat emerged in his heart.
Because in his perception.
Lu Yuan's cultivation might not be as high as his, but his mana was as vast as the sea, even stronger by a few degrees.
Moreover, Lu Yuan's grasp of battle experience and timing was extremely adept and precise.
Once gaining the upper hand, his attacks were as fierce as a storm, oppressing the white-clothed youth so much that he couldn't catch his breath, making it hard to exert all his combat power.
The most unbearable thing for the white-clothed youth was.
