"Are you lying to me?"
Ding Ling looked at Lü Yi expressionlessly and said indifferently:
"I have not seen your Hero King Swordsmanship from the Hero Prince's Mansion."
"That is an ancestral secret technique."
Lü Yi sweated on his forehead:
"Cannot be taught without permission."
Ding Ling frowned and directly struck out a palm in the air, hitting the acupoint on Lü Yi's body.
In an instant, it dispersed the Celestial Mountain Six Yang Palm power that had been previously unleashed.
The next second.
Lü Yi was again swallowed and overwhelmed by the sensation of being eaten alive by a million ants. He involuntarily rolled to the ground, starting to scratch himself madly, regardless of the blood oozing out, only incessantly screaming and begging for mercy.
Lü Lian beside him watched with cold sweat, looking at Ding Ling, his heart shattered, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing:
