With the oppressive force Lu Ye had displayed, if either Chu Qing or Ruoyan died, the other would not be far from death herself.
Qiao Yun lunged across, their figures crossing as she placed herself in front. As a Body Cultivator, charging at the forefront was the most basic quality.
That plump palm came down toward Lu Ye's head at a speed that was not particularly fast. Lu Ye had already swung his saber backward, slashing at her arm.
Even with Sharpness empowered, the strike failed to sever Qiao Yun's arm. It merely left a bloody mark in the fat of her arm.
As blade met flesh, Lu Ye felt as though his saber had struck a piece of incredibly elastic rubber. The flesh at the wound rapidly squirmed, weakening the force of his strike to the utmost.
Qiao Yun's other palm had already come down. Lu Ye kicked out, striking her squarely in the stomach.
Yet not only did that full-force kick fail to send the fat woman flying, it instead made Lu Ye feel as if he had stepped into a swamp. A tremendous sucking force came from her belly, her flesh writhing as it dissolved his attack and wrapped around his foot.
Lu Ye pulled his leg back, but could not free it.
Qiao Yun's palm came down. The Defense Spirit Pattern appeared and was shattered by the blow. Lu Ye's head tilted slightly to one side, and with a buzzing in his ears, golden stars filled his vision.
Even blocked by the Guard, that palm held such power. Had it struck solidly, Lu Ye felt his head might have been smashed apart.
"Brat, let big sister dote on you!" Qiao Yun spoke sweetly, but her narrowed eyes brimmed with savage light. Spreading her arms, she embraced