"You're looking for death for disturbing this old man's cultivation!"
At this moment, a cold voice came from the palace next to Lu Ming and the others. Then, a huge palm stretched out from the palace and grabbed at Lu Ming and Yuan Cong.
The palm covered the sky and the sun. It was extremely huge and there was an extremely powerful aura that was completely locked on to Lu Ming and the rest.
"War ancestor, be careful!"
Yuan Cong roared and stepped forward. Using all his strength, he instantly punched out more than 100 times.
More than 100 fist prints converged into one fist print and bombarded the palm.
BOOM!
A terrifying explosion was heard. The palm shook violently and finally exploded with a bang.
However, Yuan Cong's fist also exploded at the same time. His body trembled violently and he was forced to retreat. Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.
"Yuan Cong, are you alright?"
Lu Ming asked hurriedly.
"I'm fine!"