After witnessing Jiang Ruoyun's performance in battle, the worry in Lu Feng's heart faded considerably. With his full attention on dealing with Fen Long and the other, the pressure he faced clearly lessened.
Elsewhere.
Jiang Ruoyun successfully closed in on Qian Xiao. Just as she raised the white blades in her hand to deliver a fatal strike—
Qian Xiao's body suddenly expanded at high speed, as though inflated with air, erupting with a terrifying aura.
Sensing trouble, Jiang Ruoyun hastily swept backward. At the same time, three white blades flew gracefully from her hand like dancing butterflies, tracing mysterious arcs as they slashed toward Qian Xiao's neck.
It was Love Tomb's unique hidden-weapon technique, the Silk Washing Hand.
At such close range, an ordinary person would surely have been seriously wounded.
Qian Xiao was no exception. Two of the white blades bypassed his defenses and sliced open the blood vessels in his neck, but in an instant, he blocked the wounds with yellow sand.
The rebounding force erupting from his swollen body did not abate, blasting Jiang Ruoyun away while she was midway through retreating.
A massive crater formed around Qian Xiao. The yellow sand billowing through the sky was unable to fall back into the pit beneath the force of his tremors.
Though Jiang Ruoyun had been prepared and knew that someone of Qian Xiao's strength would not be easily dealt with, her face still paled at the sight of this sudden attack.
Just then.
Another obscure force suddenly spread from the Spiritual Qi Ring at her waist. In an instant, it was as though she had been immersed in a spiritual spring. Boundless strength surged wildly through her body, urgently demanding to be unleashed.
Her meridians nearly could not bear it and felt on the verge of being