Dragon Claw Hand

The Yellow-robed Woman was instantly alarmed. Before leaving, she had feared being seen by people from the palace and causing unnecessary trouble, so she had deliberately used her qi senses to sweep the area and made sure no one was outside the door before coming out. Yet she had run into someone now—this proved the other party was undoubtedly a master among masters.

Her hand moved faster than her thoughts. A crystalline sheen surfaced over her five slender jade fingers as she clawed directly for the newcomer's throat.

Song Qingshu was equally frustrated. He had been holding soft, fragrant beauty in his arms and had wanted to tease her a little, but who knew that she would strike with the vicious Nine Yin White Bone Claw right away? Its angle was incomparably tricky, and it appeared at his throat in an instant.

Given the Yellow-robed Woman's cultivation, at such close range, there were only a handful of people in the entire martial world who could evade her strike. Unfortunately, her luck was truly poor—she had encountered Song Qingshu.

In his haste, Song Qingshu had no time to think. He threw his head back, and as her claw missed and her true qi faltered slightly, he swept his hand at the numbness acupoint on her elbow. The Yellow-robed Woman's arms immediately went limp. Yet Song Qingshu did not dare relax in the slightest. Knowing the Nine Yin White Bone Claw's follow-up attacks came wave after wave, how could he let her continue? Without hesitation, both hands reached for the major acupoints on her chest.

"Uh?" All of Song Qingshu's movements had been instinctive reactions. Only when an astonishing softness filled his hands did he realize what had happened.

"It's you!" The Yellow-robed Woman had finally seen Song Qingshu's face clearly, and