Bai Piaopiao waved her sleeve in alarm and suspicion.
The dust and mist scattered in all directions. Amid the ruins to one side, Yi Feng stood perfectly unharmed, his face filled with confusion and frustration!
At the sight of this scene.
Bai Piaopiao's beautiful eyes trembled in shock as she stared fixedly at Yi Feng, unable to utter a single word!
Yi Feng lowered his head and examined himself, utterly dumbfounded.
He seemed completely unscathed. Other than a little dust on his body, nothing had happened. It neither hurt nor itched; it even felt rather comfortable, as though a spring breeze had brushed past him...
What the hell!
Yi Feng furrowed his brow slightly, unable to react for a moment. Why had he, a mere Half-Saint, taken Bai Piaopiao's full-force palm strike and come out without a scratch?
That made no sense!
Could it be that Bai Piaopiao had not dared to truly attack and had gone easy on him just now?
With suspicion and incomprehension, Yi Feng lowered his head and looked around again. One look, and his entire body froze.
Good heavens!
The courtyard that had been elegantly arranged moments ago now looked even more outrageous than a place that had gone through World War II. Other than a stretch of ashes, nothing could be seen. It was practically no different from the wilderness. Where was there even the slightest trace of a courtyard left?
As far as the eye could see, there was only dust. More than half the entire courtyard had been wiped away without leaving any trace, as though an eraser had swept across a blackboard!
It was simply terrifying!
As expected of a Saint! With a single move, she directly annihilated everything. Compared to her, those once-powerful Martial Spirit experts were like children in