Fists whooshed through the air as Liu Chenyu's punch came in like a torrential downpour, aimed straight at Wang Xian's face.
A glint of sharpness flashed in Wang Xian's eyes, too quick to notice. Just as Liu Chenyu's punch came at him, he raised his arm in a panic and forcibly took the blow.
"Bang!"
The collision sent dust swirling through the courtyard.
Liu Chenyu felt her spiritual power vanish inexplicably, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Startled and confused, she retreated three steps, her beautiful eyes wide as she shouted, "This guy's a monster! Come help me!"
"I'm coming!"
Nalan Liuli, who had been itching to join in, immediately rushed forward.
She was as fierce as a blade in midair, her palm wind carrying a bone-chilling cold. Giggling, she cried, "Wang Xian, take this!" The girl gave a sharp shout and struck straight at his chest with her right palm.
"Ah..."
Wang Xian let out a strange cry and moved half a beat too slowly... raising his hand to block.
With a sharp smack, Nalan Liuli's palm landed squarely on his chest.
Wang Xian cried out in pain and staggered backward. Meanwhile, the Heaven-Swallowing Art quietly began to circulate, instantly devouring a wisp of Nalan Liuli's icy spiritual power.
"Huh? Are you a monster?"
Nalan Liuli knitted her brows, feeling her body momentarily falter in midair.
Just as she looked up, she saw Wang Xian wearing an utterly hopeless, pained expression. For an instant, she couldn't help wondering if the guy really was some kind of monster.
Only a few days ago, his meridians had been completely shattered, leaving him unable to cultivate. He'd even asked her for two thousand-year-old spirit medicines.
How had he suddenly become able to trade blows with her?
Seeing that neither woman