The Relic appeared.
Countless Spiritual Senses locked onto Lu Mingyuan's position. Cultivators rushed over, as dense and numerous as a downpour of rain.
One Conical-Hat Martial Artist was the closest. He threw a heavy Fist Gang strike that landed on Lu Mingyuan's chest.
A single punch like that would have been enough to shatter the Flesh Body of even a Sea-Viewing Realm Martial Artist.
"You're courting death! Hand over the Relic now!" the Conical-Hat Martial Artist said coldly.
The smile on his face lasted for only a moment before it gradually twisted into horror.
He discovered that Buddhist Texts were appearing all over Lu Mingyuan's body.
An intricate web of golden Sanskrit erupted, spreading across Lu Mingyuan's body like tadpole-shaped characters.
BOOM!
Both of them were sent flying backward at the same time.
