It was hard to recognize something beautiful for what it was when you first encountered it.
Caught up in the moment, sometimes it was just as hard to recognize danger when it came.
Shura Woman Rou Ji watched Jie Se the Monk unleash a sky full of Dragon Tiger Palms, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
She was rather taken aback.
Yet she still looked down on the mediocre geniuses of the present age with the eyes of an Ancient Genius. She gave a cold snort and snapped, "Myriad Killing Sword Palm!"
Boom!
The bloodline of her Shura Emperor Clan awakened, and an aura of supreme dominion pressed down across the Eternal Azure Sky.
As she raised her palm, countless divine rays shot out.
Palm strikes rarely gained a keen edge, but this woman cultivated the Path of Palm Sword. Her palm force and sword force merged, condensed like divine weapons.
They slashed toward the Dragon Tiger Palm force surging toward Jie Se the Monk from every direction.
This was a fusion of Emperor Clan Bloodline and the power of Palm Sword. Its might shook heaven and earth, blotting out the sun and moon.
Yet the Dragon Tiger Palm force shattered it in wave after wave.
Each shattered sword-palm strike rang out with a metallic clang, an almost unimaginable testament to the opponent's level of refinement.
The Dragon Tiger Palm force rang out as well, its clamor even louder.
"What?"
Shura Woman Rou Ji lost her composure, her beautiful eyes widening. Of the countless sword-palm strikes she had unleashed, she had only shattered a small fraction of her opponent's Dragon Tiger Palm force.
The rest were about to break through the sword-palm blockade and strike her.
Rou Ji realized how serious the situation was.
She hurriedly soared into the