When the Snow Melted

Outside Thunder Duke Temple in Ma Lake Prefecture, Pei Axian sincerely praised, "Fine fists."

It seemed the words "fine fists" were still not enough to convey the marvel of that punch. Pei Axian gently rubbed her knee, her eyes shining as she nodded repeatedly, then added, "In terms of how far the fist technique stretches and how heavily its fist intent accumulates, I am no match for this fist technique's Founding Disciple. Truly fine fists. What a waterfall hanging from the heavens—an exceptionally lofty fist technique, and once the fist lands, it is crushingly heavy."

Among the world's Ten Realms martial men, none were easy prey.

For a Limitless Martial Cultivator as proud and arrogant as Pei Axian to so sincerely praise another's fist technique was no easy thing.

That little girl calling herself Pei Qian had actually delivered seventeen consecutive punches with the same fist intent, every single one striking Liu Suiyu, Pei Axian's most prized disciple.

To the point that Liu Suiyu had no choice but to interrupt that fist intent, no longer daring to let Pei Qian continue piling it up.

Liu Youzhou, hiding behind Pei Axian, craned his neck and muttered softly, "More than ten punches in a row, beating Aunt Liu until she could only parry without any power to strike back—it's far too outrageous. No one would believe it if word got out, would they?"

Pei Axian laughingly scolded, "What the hell do you know? That little girl's seventeen punches count as only one punch."

On the square outside Thunder Duke Temple, fist force surged and churned. Pei Axian's fist intent flowed slowly around her, quietly shielding Liu Youzhou behind her.

As for Nanny Liu, she received no such treatment. Even though the old woman was in the Earth Immortal realm, merely watching the