Jun Ziya looked at the slender arm exposed beneath her torn clothing. Beneath her veil, anger immediately clouded her face, her eyes gleaming with icy light.
"Courting death!"
Gritting her teeth, Jun Ziya fiercely attacked Lu Feng. Her five fingers clenched, both palms striking out together like two arcs of blade light, one high and one low, aimed straight for Lu Feng's heart and dantian.
Seeing this, Lu Feng neither moved nor raised his hand. Only when the palm strikes closed in did a wickedly arrogant smile curl across his lips, his right hand suddenly reaching forward in a pincer shape without warning.
He was not blocking Jun Ziya's two fierce attacks, but going straight for her center.
Attack where the enemy must defend!
Lu Feng once again employed the roguish, shameless true intent of the Wind Splitting Hand.
At first, when Jun Ziya saw Lu Feng's sudden move, she secretly felt pleased, thinking he had been careless and could not block her attack. But when she saw a fierce Palm Wind closing in on her chest—
In an instant, Jun Ziya froze, and her smug pretty face turned pale with fright.
"Shameless!"
Jun Ziya roared the rebuke through gritted teeth. No longer caring about her attack, she hurriedly sprang backward to avoid Lu Feng's lewd pincer strike.
Otherwise, Jun Ziya knew that even if she succeeded in seriously injuring Lu Feng, her chest would surely be violated by him at the same time.
Under that pincer strike containing immense force, perhaps even her peaks would be pinched flat.
Riiip!
Jun Ziya had leapt backward with astonishing speed, but in the end, she was still a beat slower than Lu Feng's attack.
Though he did not manage to catch her flesh, the collar of her garment was forcibly ripped open.