In the main hall of the Lu Family, watching the battle in the sky between Old Master Lu and the three of monk, daoist, and nun, no one dared to breathe heavily at this moment. Everyone held their breath, looking up at the battle with undisguisable tension in their eyes, yet helpless. Such a level of combat was no longer something they could intervene in casually. If they interfered, they might be blasted to death by the spreading True Qi before they even got close. The phrase 'a higher cultivation is a higher heavenly realm' is not just a joke.
Old Master Lu, enveloped by the formation formed by the monk, daoist, and nun, showed no sign of panic on his face. The sword in his hand struck one blow after another, layer upon layer, like a wave, fiercely attacking all around with thunderous force.
