Targeting the Southern Land
Editor: Atlas Studios
Space trembled and showed faint signs of distortion.
Just as Luo Cheng was about to be crushed by the fist wind that fell from the sky, a hand suddenly stretched out and blocked the attack.
Bang!
Just like a rock falling into a quagmire, Luo Xun's fist wind was instantly resolved without causing any waves.
At the same time, Luo Xun's expression changed slightly as he hurriedly controlled his figure to retreat. Standing afar, he asked, "First Elder, why have you come?"
A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance had appeared in front of Luo Cheng at some point in time. He had tied up hair, wore a jade crown, and looked dignified without being angry. He was the person who had blocked Luo Xun's attack just now.
"If I had arrived any later, I'm afraid you would have torn this place apart." The First Elder said expressionlessly.
"Uh…"
Luo Xun smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
"First Elder, you saw it all, right?"