The End

You Hong looked around. Only four Foundation Realm martial artists, his remaining confidants, had come at his command.

Shi Lan had previously killed six Foundation Realm martial artists with her bow, half of whom were his escorts. The losses were heavy.

A halberd's gleam slashed through the air. Shi Lan had moved again. The wind pressure that rushed toward him made You Hong's temples throb.

You Hong's expression turned cold. The flush on his face, which had just faded, reddened again. His arms suddenly swelled by a circle, and he let out a long roar:

"Kill her!"

"Shred—"

His sleeves were instantly torn apart by his enlarged arms, turning into fragments. The exposed arms bulged with veins, the blood vessels clearly visible.

"Haa—"

Several palm prints, each over ten feet in size, were unleashed. You Hong's eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed red, and thick white smoke billowed from his head. He had entered his extreme state.

Swish!

Shi Lan unleashed several waves of Qi from all directions, sealing off all her escape routes above, below, left, and right.

Crack—

Shi Lan gripped the halberd shaft, changed her stance to defensive, and swept her halberd across like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves, instantly dispersing the incoming Qi with a series of crisp cracks!

The surge of blood and Qi intensified. As it surged, Shi Lan's face, instead of flushing, turned pale. Her skin surface gained a translucent luster like jade.

Seeing the giant palm print that had reached above her head and feeling the sharp palm wind like a blade, Shi Lan narrowed her eyes. Her halberd sprang up, her muscles and bones stretched, and she met the attack head-on without dodging!

Whoosh—

The halberd shaft cut through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound, like a steel whip,