Ning Ke was exquisitely beautiful, lovely as a flower. Her bright eyes glittered like stars, while her arched brows stood erect like sharp swords. She truly seemed like a celestial maiden, captivating no small number of martial masters.
Moreover, her temperament was cold as ice, detached and otherworldly, yet she exuded a weighty, powerful aura like the earth itself. She was far more than a mere pretty vase of flesh and skin, making her all the more intoxicating.
In contrast, Little Dream Lord Wen Rui was thin and frail, with half-gray hair and a hunched back like an old man in his twilight years. In appearance, he seemed even less impressive than the ordinary Li Xian.
Yet an invisible ripple surrounded his body, making him seem dreamlike and illusory, impossible to distinguish as real or false. That alone made others view him in a new light.
"Kill."
Once they stepped onto the Heaven's Punishment Platform, the battle between them had already begun. There was no exchange of words, no polite greetings.
Ning Ke struck first. She crisply uttered a single word—"Kill!"—and a chilling aura spread outward, carrying majesty without anger. At the same time, she threw a punch forward. Her pale fist howled through the air, unleashing the technique she excelled at most: the Azure Hegemon Fist.
Her rippling fist force was like the Heavenly Pillar Mountain of the Divine Land, crushing down from above. The air warped, space trembled, and the piercing whistle set the blood and qi of all who heard it surging. The moment she struck, it was a killing blow.
This punch was like a mountain flood pouring forth, a volcano erupting, a meteor falling from the heavens, and raging tides surging upward. Yet at its core lay unparalleled dominance and majestic power. Combined with Ning