Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

Chapter 1245: Chapter 432: Lu Ping’an Battles Patriarch Sima!

“Lu Changsheng, come out!”

Patriarch Sima in a black robe, with a stern face, didn’t even glance at Ling Zixiao, directly raised his hand, his Pseudo-Dan Level Mana Spiritual Pressure spreading, and struck towards the merchant convoy with a palm.

“Boom!”

With a casual strike from the False Core Immortal, the mana surged like a mountain torrent, forming the outline of a giant palm.

“Hmph!”

Not far away, the tall and sturdy Lu Ping’an snorted coldly, leaving an afterimage in his original spot, his fist gleaming with golden light, smashing Patriarch Sima’s attack.

Lu Ping’an knew that this was not the time for words.

After breaking the attack, he shot forward, closing in on Patriarch Sima, his golden fist emanating wild wind and thunder, continuing to strike out.

“Hmm!?”

“Not good!”

Patriarch Sima and the three elders of the Sima Family who accompanied him were all startled, not expecting Lu Ping’an in front of them to be so fierce.

However, Patriarch Sima, after all, being a False Core Immortal, was extraordinary, and in the instant Lu Ping’an attacked, he exhaled deeply.

A stream of dark light flew out, turning into an ancient black ruler, filled with the aura of Magical Treasures.

“Bang!!!”

Lu Ping’an’s golden fist struck directly on the black ruler, causing a loud noise, mana energy surging outward like a landslide and tsunami in all directions.

“Screech!”

The Black Scaled Eagle beneath Patriarch Sima cried out at once, spreading its wings.

If it weren’t for Patriarch Sima suppressing it, it might have flown away in fright at that moment.

Not far away, Ling Zixiao formed a Gesture Incantation with both hands, creating a bright blue light barrier in front of him, blocking the aftershocks.

“So this is a False Core Immortal….”

“Big brother actually crossed fists with a False Core Immortal.”

Lu Ruyi, Lu Lingxiao, Zhou Datong, and others witnessing this scene, were all shocked, somewhat dazed.

Even though they knew Lu Ping’an’s combat power was extraordinary, seeing him confront Patriarch Sima directly still shocked them.

“Go Big Pot!”

Not far away, Lu Linghe, unaffected by the atmosphere, without much concept of a False Core Immortal, cheered for Lu Ping’an with her little fists clenched.

“Who are you?”

The ruler in front of Patriarch Sima flowed with dark light, exuding a heavy and vast aura like a mountain.

After a brief exchange, he saw that Lu Ping’an in front of him was extraordinary.

This physique, likely a Quasi-Third Order Body Refiner.

If he didn’t have a Magical Treasure, this punch might have severely injured him.

“Blue Lake Mountain, Lu Ping’an.”

Lu Ping’an with a resolute face, his angular features determined, said solemnly.

In his words, his fists glimmered with brilliant golden treasure light, continuing to strike out.

Each punch brought an astonishing momentum, like a mountain roar or tsunami, stacking up layers of wind and thunder energy.

“Lu Ping’an?”

Patriarch Sima seldom paid attention to affairs and had not heard of the name Lu Ping’an, unaware when Blue Lake Mountain had produced such a person.

“Lu Ping’an, you are Lu Changsheng’s eldest son Lu Ping’an, how could you possibly have such strength!?”

Sima Tai who recognized Lu Ping’an, hearing this, suddenly exclaimed aloud.

In earlier rumors, this eldest son of the Lu Family was only at the Initial Stage of Foundation Establishment, but due to being a Second Order Middle Stage Body Refiner, his combat strength was extraordinary.

But now, to withstand a Magical Treasure from his own Patriarch through sheer physicality.

This level of Body Refining, even if not Quasi-Third Order, would be Second Rank Peak, wouldn’t it!?

“Screech——”

The Black Scaled Eagle beneath them cried out again under such pressure.

This battle was turning its body into a battlefield.

Although it was extraordinary, as a Second Rank Late Stage Demon Beast, it still struggled to withstand the aftershocks at such close range.

“Chi!”

Seeing this, Patriarch Sima used a hand to form a Gesture Incantation; the black ruler in front of him spun incessantly, its dark light flowing, bursting with a horrifying aura like the abyss, and then striking towards Lu Ping’an in front of him.

“Boom!”

Although the ruler looked small and delicate, its strike could split mountains and overturn seas.

“Bang——”

At this time, Lu Ping’an’s physique fully recovered, his towering body surged a bit higher, his Qi-Blood roaring and surging like rivers, with smoke of blood rolling straight into the sky above his head.

His right arm’s muscles rose like Dragon-Snakes, accompanied by infinite and surging violent strength, he struck out.

“Boom boom boom!”

The collision of the mountain-tsunami-like golden treasure light and the abyss-like dark divine light exploded, making the area seem like it was exploding.

“Is this a battle at the Pseudo-Dan level…”

Even separated by the Formation, Lu Ruyi, Lu Lingxiao, and others were terrified.

“This esteemed eldest son of the Lu Family actually possesses Pseudo-Dan combat power. After this battle, the Qingyun Region’s six False Core Families will likely count one more, the Blue Lake Mountain Lu Family…”

Zhou Datong’s throat was dry, thankful that this eldest son was kind-hearted; otherwise, if the opponent made a killing move, with one punch, it would have been over for him.

“So this is Ping’an’s combat power… No wonder Lord said with Ping’an around, there will be no trouble.”

Ling Zixiao looked at the two combatants, her graceful face revealing a smile.

She had been worried before that Lu Ping’an, facing an old look established False Core from the Sima Family, would find the gap too large.

But with a Magical Treasure by Patriarch Sima’s side, even if Lu Ping’an had the upper hand initially, he was still no match for Patriarch Sima.

Under the endless, like a torrential sea, the terrifying dark light, Lu Ping’an’s figure stepped back several steps.

“You all retreat!”

Patriarch Sima also looked serious, speaking to Sima Tai beside him, asking him to take the Black Scaled Eagle aside to Plunder Formation.

Otherwise, in their clash, he’d have to be distracted protecting another person and beast.

“Is it you who killed the pride of my Sima Family?”

Patriarch Sima’s deep and intimidating eyes looked at Lu Ping’an.

With such a disturbance, Lu Changsheng and Lu Miaoge hadn’t appeared yet, he realized that Sima Bo and his four likely died at the hands of Lu Ping’an in front of him.