"Lu Changsheng, get out!"

Patriarch Sima was dressed in black robes and had a stern look on his face. Without even looking at Ling Zixiao, he directly raised his hand, filling the air with fake pill-level mana and spiritual pressure, and slapped the caravan with his palm.

"boom!"

With a casual strike of False Dan Zhenren, the mana poured out like a mountain torrent, forming the outline of a foot-long palm.

"snort!"

Not far away, the tall and straight Lu Ping'an snorted coldly, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and punched out with a golden luster, breaking Patriarch Sima's offensive.