.....
Pan Ke, who had dodged to the side, lightly tapped her toes on the ground, cracking the surface, and charged fiercely toward Lu Ding.
Lifting her skirt, she kicked out, spiritual energy surging.
A unicorn-like beast materialized, its sharp horn spinning rapidly.
Thud, thud, thud, thud...
In the blink of an eye, thousands of heavy blows descended, trailing afterimages, continuously kicking toward Lu Ding.
The evil beast with a single horn on its head, from all directions, followed the positions of Pan Ke's kicks, constantly charging and piercing forward.
Seeing this scene.
Pan Fusheng, who had been pushed aside by his mother, couldn't bear the anxiety in his heart and shouted, "Mom!!!!!"
"Run!!!"
Pan Ke endured the pain, attacking relentlessly, her offensive waves coming one after another, all to buy ti. Looking at her legs, they were dripping with blood.
Although the force and accuracy of each strike were quite good.
But alas, Lu Ding's physical body was too terrifying.
And force is mutual.
With each heavy, dull collision sound as Lu Ding raised his leg to block, one could see Pan Ke's flesh and blood splattering behind it.
The nurical gap made this Madam Pan understand what it ant to be invincible.
Seeing that his mother had gone to such lengths to cover his escape.
Just as Pan Fusheng raised his hand to form a seal, about to activate the ancient teleportation array of Wuwang to flee.
Lu Ding reached out to firmly grab Madam Pan's ankle.
With imnse strength, he lifted her like a kettle and slamd her hard onto the ground.
Boom!!!!!!
Blood gushed from Pan Ke's mouth.
"Don't mind , run!!!!!"
Even at this life-and-death mont, she was still shouting for her son to run.
Hearing this, Lu Ding raised his hand and applauded: "Clap... clap... clap......"
Then he stomped his foot on the woman's head, pressing her into the ground, the force shaking up dust wantonly.
"What deep mother-son affection, Madam Pan. I am truly moved that you could go to such lengths for your son."
As he said this, Lu Ding looked at Pan Fusheng: "What about you?"
"Watching your mother suffer repeated heavy injuries, don't you have sothing to show?"
"If you still want to run at this point, then I can only......."
Lu Ding silently raised his foot, preparing for a War Stomp, ready to crush Pan Ke's head with one step.
"Stop!!!"
Pan Fusheng simply couldn't make the decision to run away.
Many things are easy to say, but when it truly cos to a mont where your parents' lives are threatened, how many children can firmly decide to run?
In any case, Pan Fusheng couldn't do it.
"Lu Ding!!! You disgrace the title of 749 special envoy! If you have any business, co at ! Let go of my mom!!!"
"Co on!!! Co kill !!!"
"What kind of hero bullies a woman!!!"
He roared at Lu Ding.
The earlier sneak attack, the current threats.
Pan Fusheng never expected that a 749 special envoy could be despicable to such a degree.
Clearly possessing such terrifying strength, yet still resorting to these lowly tactics.
Lu Ding found it laughable. A hero?
Foolishly fighting your entire family head-on, that makes a hero?
Letting you escape makes a hero?
Nonsense. He receives 749's benefits, takes 749's salary, he's not here to be a hero.
When facing respectable people, Lu Ding has his own judgnts.
But when facing soone like Pan Fusheng who likes to shout.
Then Lu Ding only has...
Boom!!!!
One foot stomped down, directly exploding Pan Fusheng's mother's head.
At the sa ti, the corner of Lu Ding's mouth slowly curved up, his smile gradually turning maniacal: "Oops... in a mont of carelessness, I stepped your mom to death. My sincere apologies."
"Lu Ding!!! I'll fight you to the death!!!!"
Instantly.
Pan Fusheng's emotions spiraled out of control.
The benefit of trash talk was evident at this mont.
If he had simply killed his mother.
Pan Fusheng might have fled with hatred in his heart.
But if, before killing his mother, he said so words like that, then... Pan Fusheng's ntal state would definitely shatter.
It was the straw that broke the cal's back.
Although Lu Ding could ignore Wuwang's teleportation array.
But such a thing was better exposed later rather than sooner.
The reason those Wuwang demonic practitioners who wanted to surround and kill him weren't afraid of being counter-killed was because they knew that even if they failed, they could escape using the teleportation array.
If Lu Ding exposed now that he could use [White Snake Shakes Scales] to ignore Wuwang's teleportation array, then they probably wouldn't dare to co.
Demonic energy roared, blood and qi burned.
"Repel the Tiger..."
In the blink of an eye, Pan Fusheng transford into a Super Saiyan, every strand of his hair standing upright.
Blood traces flowed from the corners of his eyes, imprinting eerie patterns on his face.
Finally, the blood qi and demonic energy were absorbed by the single horn on his forehead.
"Pierce the Frontier!!!!"
Boom!!!!!
Pan Fusheng stomped, shattering the ground, charging forward, plowing a terrifying trench along the way. The sharp horn on his head seed like the sharpest thing under heaven, capable of piercing through everything!!!
The blood qi power burning his life force converged into a blood-stained steed, with a sharp single horn on its head, pushing through thousands of mountains and ridges, charging toward Lu Ding.
This was a life-burning move.
Pan Fusheng didn't know if it would be effective, but... it was the strongest technique he knew.
As a son, if he didn't avenge his blood debt, wouldn't he be unworthy of being a son!?
Lu Ding watched this scene.
Well then, a headbutt!
aning your head is pretty hard, huh?
He raised his hand.
Pure suppression power poured forth.
Ripples spread around, black energy appeared, and the Aoyu roared.
'Roar!!!!!!'
The air beca like water, as a ferocious, fully-armored big fish surged out, circling in the air. An ancient stone stele gradually materialized.
Standing alone, the path ahead blocked.
Three large characters were written on it, with iron strokes and silver hooks, majestic and grand.
[Stone, Dang, !!!!]
Thud!!!!!
The stone stele descended with a quake, standing erect on the ground, tall as a mountain, blocking in front of Lu Ding.
The headstrong Pan Fusheng directly headbutted into it.
Boom!!!!!
The sound was dull, not crisp, not a good head.
The blood-stained steed, paid for with burning blood qi and life force.
Was directly shattered upon impact.
The single horn on Pan Fusheng's head cracked;
it wasn't just broken, but directly shattered. Finally, his head slamd into the stone stele.
Even the crown of his skull was dented inward.
Lu Ding shifted his gaze, peeking out from behind the stele.
When he saw the stele stained with blood, and Pan Fusheng lying before it with his heavily dented head, taking deep, shallow, painful breaths...
"Hahahahahahahahaha........ Your head is pretty hard, hahahaha......"
He really couldn't hold back.
This unlucky kid, he doesn't know how to turn.
Others are like eggs hitting a rock, but he's a head hitting a rock.
And he thought he was aweso.
Repel the Tiger... Pierce the Frontier.
Give a break.
What frontier did you pierce?
See, this is the disadvantage of lacking education. As a demonic spirit, you actually dare to clash head-on with a Stone Dang...
Isn't that seeking death?
Qian Jin, watching the show from the side, almost couldn't hold back either.
Lu Ding walked out from behind the stele, laughing.
Just as he was about to strike and finish off this Pan Fusheng.
A sighing sound rang out.
"Sigh...."
"Special Envoy Lu, I ask that you show rcy and spare my student..."
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