Fairy Su Chen

However, in that one ten-thousandth of an instant, at the critical moment when life and death hung by a thread—

The void beside Zhang Shuai rippled soundlessly like water.

A flawless hand, fair as jade, with slender, perfect fingers, quietly emerged from within.

The hand appeared delicate and powerless, its movements gentle and unhurried, yet it arrived after the fact only to strike first, precisely blocking the God-Slaying Whip's path!

At the same time, a small round shield, neither metal nor jade, ancient in design and entirely suffused with a chaotic hue, appeared out of thin air before the jade hand's palm.

There were no ornate patterns upon the shield, only countless exquisitely tiny Great Dao runes that slowly flowed across its surface, as though they contained the ultimate truths of heaven and earth. They radiated an ancient, desolate Dao aura that no law could invade and that would endure for eternity!

"Clang—!!!!!"

The God-Slaying Whip's terrifying strike, capable of shattering stars and annihilating saint souls, lashed solidly against the seemingly inconspicuous chaotic shield!

A deafening boom, like the tolling of an ancient bell, shook the universe!

The destructive energy shockwave swept outward once more, yet most of its force was forcibly blocked, absorbed, and dissolved by that chaotic shield! The runes across its surface flashed rapidly, drawing all the terrifying power of laws contained in the whip's shadow into the void, where it returned to silence!

However, the shield artifact was clearly still somewhat weaker than the God-Slaying Whip and could not fully withstand the blow.

With a muffled groan, the owner of that jade hand slowly revealed herself from the void. Her robes fluttered around her, her bearing peerless—it was Fairy Su Chen of the Burial Heaven Pavilion.

A faint, sickly flush colored Fairy Su Chen's face. Her