Unexpectedly, an elder standing behind Ling Zicheng took a step forward. His hands shot out violently.
Boom!
Over ten people were as if pushed away by an invisible bamboo pole, all at once.
"Ouch, I'm in so much pain."
"My back."
Anguished cries rang out incessantly, and though it seemed like just a light push, it had injured their muscles and bones significantly—cries continued unceasingly.
With a look of contempt, Ling Zicheng said, "You should never underestimate the foundation of a family. Although the Lings have declined, there are still some things beyond your reach."
Long Wu's expression darkened, a cloud of gloom spreading across his face. He hadn't expected that the other side would bring a Martial Daoist, and judging by the elder's aura, his strength and realm shouldn't be low. Long Wu was somewhat at a loss.
"Brother Long, let me help you." From outside the door, a voice rang out like thunder.
