New Chapter: The Greatest Winner

Zhuo Yanran's tall, slender figure swayed slightly as she retreated far away. One hand pressed against her waist, and threads of blood actually flowed between her fingers. That palm strike had injured her.

Immortal Dao textures interwove as her wound rapidly healed without leaving a scar. However, her black dress woven from star silkworm silk had been damaged, exposing patches of fair skin.

Her expression turned grave. That palm strike had actually injured her through the Imperial Daoized texture. This was an exceedingly serious matter.

The surroundings fell silent. Everyone was shaken and stunned. Zhuo Yanran was actually stained with blood—she was a powerhouse whose name was recorded in the Golden Book and Jade Scroll.

Zhuo Feifan opened his mouth, but no words came out. Only now did he notice that his cousin's long dress was bloodstained.

Azure Crow also fell quiet, no longer daring to speak.

Zhuo Yanran silently vanished. When she reappeared, she had abruptly arrived behind Wang Xuan. Dense runes intertwined over her snow-white right hand as it slashed toward his head.

Anyone else would have been killed outright, unable to evade at all. Her speed was too fast; she moved through the void as though strolling through a leisurely courtyard. Moreover, Imperial Dao runes were pouring forth.

Wang Xuan truly wanted to just ram his head into her palm. Did she really think his head was soft?

But he held back. In that split second, he leaned forward and lowered his head. He did not want anyone to know that the part of him truly Dao-imperialized was his skullcap.

At the same time, his right leg swung soundlessly, like a scorpion's tiny tail raised high, then viciously kicked backward at the opponent behind him.

Zhuo Yanran's face darkened slightly as she vanished from where she stood.