Li Qiushui took the chance to rush toward the side hall's exit. She knew that with Tianshan Tonglao and her group joining the fight, the situation was beyond saving. The only thing she could do was escape with her life, so without hesitation, she hurled Ding Chunqiu at them like a hidden weapon while using Lingbo Weibu to flee outside.
Just as she had expected, Tianshan Tonglao was indeed held up by Ding Chunqiu, while the people from the Thirty-six Islands and Seventy-two Caves hurriedly dodged his poisonous powder. No one had the time to stop her.
Unfortunately, while the people of Lingjiu Palace were occupied, Li Liangzuo was not. With a flash, he appeared in front of her and blocked her path. His Seven Injuries Fist had reached a level of mastery that forced Li Qiushui to halt.
"Is the Seven Injuries Fist really such a big deal?" Li Qiushui snorted coldly. Her palms turned into fists as she met him with the very same Seven Injuries Fist techniques.
Seeing her use identical fist techniques, yet execute them with even greater refinement, Li Liangzuo was profoundly shaken. His momentum immediately weakened by thirty percent. Had she not been seriously injured, he might have met his death in those few exchanges.
Li Qiushui understood the state of her body, and Li Liangzuo's martial arts were far stronger than she had imagined. She could only suppress the thought of subduing him once more and seize the chance to flee outside.
But then a strand of murderous finger wind shot in from the side. If Li Qiushui continued forward, she would be walking straight into a trap. Under normal circumstances, she could have taken the blow head-on and escaped with its momentum, but she was already badly wounded. If she suffered another