"Nan Gong Yuanwu, you old thing, such audacity!"
A chilling voice descended from the sky, echoing throughout the city.
Above in the sky, Lu Qing looked down, his eyes filled with murderous intent, his face twisted with fury.
At this moment, others might not see it, but high above, he saw it clearly.
Among the rubble outside the city below, Uncle Cai and the steward were lying on a piece of broken wall, unconscious, their breath faint.
Lu Qing hadn't expected that he was originally holding the winning hand, fully controlling the situation.
In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed.
Not only were Uncle Cai and the steward, both at the Primordial Spirit Realm, seriously injured now, completely losing combat ability.
Even the Primordial Spirit fragment of the ancestor had exhausted its power protecting him and dissipated entirely.
Thinking about that extremely terrifying surge of power just now, Lu Qing couldn't help but shiver with fear.
