C289 The Martial Skill Was Not Bad

"Dream Drunken Reincarnation!"

As Xi Yuankai charged at Lu Chen, with a flick of his wrist, Lu Chen conjured a middle-aged man with a dazed gaze behind him. This man bore a rugged countenance, his chin adorned with a neatly trimmed beard, exuding an air of time-worn resilience—far more substantial than the previous phantom that had flanked Lu Chen