A Great Opportunity

The tent's frame was scattered by the gale stirred up by the fist aura, and the snow on the ground was kicked up several feet high.

The person hadn't expected Shi Lan to react so nimbly and strike so decisively. Unable to dodge in time, their left shoulder was grazed by the fist aura.

"Crack—"

A crisp bone-cracking sound rang out. The black shadow flew backward, sent flying dozens of feet by the punch, straight out of the camp.

Upon landing, a small half of the black shadow's body had lost all sensation. Filled with dread, they didn't dare to delay, and their figure vanished into the night in the blink of an eye.

Shi Lan rose into the air, scanned the surroundings, and finding no abnormalities, couldn't help but frown.

"Who was that just now?"

Wu Lingkong arrived beside Shi Lan. She had also sensed the commotion, but her reaction wasn't as fast as Shi Lan's.

Shi Lan shook her head. "I didn't get a clear look, but to take a punch from me head-on and still be able to flee so quickly, this person is not weak."

Although Vajra Divine Fist was merely a body-tempering technique, when propelled by Innate Qi, it was also a top-tier offensive fist art.

Moreover, Shi Lan's true qi was so profound that it was comparable to an ordinary eighth-level Foundation Realm cultivator, far surpassing martial artists of the same level. Propelling Vajra Divine Fist with it was like adding wings to a tiger.

Even though Shi Lan had only struck in haste just now, she had unleashed at least eighty percent of her strength. To be able to disappear from her perception instantly after taking such a punch meant the strength of the eavesdropper was not to be underestimated.

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