บท 1822: Lu Ming's outburst

Lu Ming's palm seemed to have turned into a prison-suppressing stele that suppressed the heavens.

As he struck out with his palm, the world buzzed and the void trembled. The terrifying pressure made the burly young man from the purple flame villa change his expression as he felt the terrible pressure.

He bellowed in rage and the purple flames on his body bloomed, forming a purple beast that pounced at Lu Ming.

However, Lu Ming's palm was unstoppable. There was nothing it could not break. With a slash, the purple beast exploded, but the palm did not stop.

The other party's expression changed again, and he blocked it with both hands.

Bang!

Lu Ming's palm landed on the man's arm. The man screamed in pain and his body flew out, falling heavily on the ground. His arms were completely twisted. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his face was pale.

He looked at Lu Ming in disbelief.