Saint Zi Ling

alright, let's join forces and defeat this person. We'll fight again!

"Attack!"

At that moment, the other paragons and the tenth golden Crow Prince charged at Lu Ming. Their combined might was terrifying as they used all sorts of divine abilities to obliterate Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's eyelids did not even move. His palm shook and slashed out like a blade.

Lu Ming's body was flowing with the power of the law of chaos. There seemed to be a prison-suppressing stele in his palm that could suppress everything.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the palm struck down, the divine abilities and techniques were scattered like bubbles. Lu Ming was like an immortal God of War as he continued to step forward, not allowing any spells to touch him.

The tenth golden Crow Prince and company's faces turned ugly.

The few of them joined forces but they could not do anything to Lu Ming.

"Get down!"

Lu Ming said coldly and continued to strike with his palm.