C448 Tyrannical Strength

As soon as Lu Zhentian finished his sentence, he took the initiative to attack. With a wave of his hands, a soul power that seemed to be solid swept towards He Yuan and the goatee middle-aged man.

Soul power interweaved, forming a palm image that was several meters wide in the air. It seemed calm and indifferent, but when He Yuan and the goatee middle-aged man sensed it