In fact, just two days ago, there were several groups of ill-intentioned "foreign devils" who tried to treat him in the deep of the night as an oriental fat lamb that could be handled casually.
The result, of course, was hitting a brick wall. They didn't even touch a corner of Lu Xuan's clothes before quietly fainting in the dark alley.
It wasn't until noon the next day that they struggled to get up, not even understanding what they encountered.
Lu Xuan had no intention of entangling too much with these low-level scum, he acted with great discretion, only slightly punished them, causing them to lose the ability to move, but did not harm their lives.
The night deepened, Lu Xuan's form moved slightly, and he silently vanished into the shadows of the forest, his aura blending with the surrounding natural environment.
Just as his aura descended slightly and his toes lightly touched the ground, preparing to leap onto a branch—
