"The Tao Tribulation Stick is the weapon to suppress the Fortune of Martial Arts, it must not be buried here!"
"I am already powerless to break through, only you, with the Tao Tribulation Stick, have a slim chance of survival."
Fu Pinglan's expression was as cold as iron, the golden light of the Tao Tribulation Stick in his palm surged violently, sweeping across with one strike, shattering endless waves of tribulations, once again forcing back four advancing ancient ancestors by half a step, but his figure also slightly trembled, suffering a backlash.
He was unmoved by Heavenly Punishment's telepathic message, indifferent with no response, in his eyes there was only the absolute thought of a desperate battle to the death.
In such a desperate situation, to speak of escaping alive was nothing more than a whimsical fantasy.
"Master."
