A Fist Bearing Fire Chased the Wind, Half the Stars Shone, Half Lay Ruined

Qian Renxue's smile faded as she said seriously, "All right, then I'll see just how capable you, this carefree Rogue Cultivator, truly are."

With a low cry, the six wings behind her gave a fierce beat, and she shot toward Zhou Qiubai.

She moved so fast that even the moonlight could not catch up, leaving only a golden afterimage and a piercing whistle of torn air in the mountain hollow.

She did not hold back. Her opening move was a killing blow.

Golden stars split the sky and ravaged the wasteland; six wings soared, shattering the cold night.

A fist bearing fire chased the wind, half the stars shone, half lay ruined.

Qian Renxue's first strike carried the force of thunder.

She gathered all her Soul Power into her right fist. A layer of pure golden flame coated her knuckles, and before she even closed in, Zhou Qiubai felt an incomparably scorching, crushing force bearing down on him. Yet it was as light as a feather and swift enough to make one's heart tremble.

Zhou Qiubai did not draw his sword to meet her.

He merely shifted lightly to the side, neatly evading the fist. The golden flames grazed his sleeve, scattering tiny motes of light.

He retreated again and again, each step landing deftly in the gaps where the flames had yet to fade, as though he could turn away at any moment.

Qian Renxue's first punch missed, and her second followed at once. Her left palm swept out, five streams of holy light carving long arcs from her fingertips as they all slashed toward Zhou Qiubai's waist and ribs.

Zhou Qiubai pushed off with his feet and abruptly twisted away, instantly retreating. The five streams of holy light flew past him and struck the rock opposite, leaving behind