An Yan's lips curled into a cold smile, then she slowly raised the frying pan in her hand, pointing it at Maitreya across from her.
"Enough with the nonsense. There's no way my daughter will become a monk, let's get to it!"
Maitreya sighed softly at this sight, "What a pity!"
Then he stepped forward.
An Yan raised her hand, the frying pan trembling slightly, and a thunderbolt roared towards Maitreya.
But the thunder disappeared silently midway.
That's right.
It was as if someone had erased the bottom half with an eraser, without a trace or ripple, the thunder vanished like that.
An Yan gritted her teeth at this sight, continuously waving the frying pan in her hand, sending out lightning strikes as if they cost nothing towards Maitreya.
But Maitreya's steps did not hesitate for a moment, he merely said softly, "Mistress, please give up, I am beyond the Five Elements, these tricks have no effect on me!"
