Lu Ming cast the prison-suppressing heavenly art and punched with all his might. The illusionary image of the prison-suppressing stele appeared and blocked in front of him.
However, when the palm print came, the prison-suppressing stele's shadow exploded. Lu Ming's body was sent flying back tens of thousands of meters before he stopped in the air, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
A young man with snow-white skin and long black hair came to Luo cangqiong.
"The star River!"
Lu Ming's pupils constricted.
Many people were shocked. It was Heng Xinghe, the number one on the Saint King ranking, who had sent Lu Ming flying and injured him with one move.
Was he going to make a move against Lu Ming?
"Brother Heng ..."
Luo cangqiong was overjoyed. At the same time, he stuffed pills into his mouth and started to heal his wounds.
"You want to interfere?" Lu Ming stared at the Galaxy.