I Only Want to Beat You All to Death, or Be Beaten to Death by You All

Shen Ying's hands, like stone steles, smashed down toward her head.

Yet Shen Ying neither dodged nor evaded. At almost the same instant, clusters of crystalline Heavenly Silk burst from her shoulders and collided with the Great Compassion Palm.

The Heavenly Silk initially met it head-on. The instant it collided with the Great Compassion Palm, it unfurled like a blooming flower, like a fine net, trapping that palm within.

In that brief span, the Heavenly Silk had fused several transformations, from hard-against-hard clashes to using softness to overcome hardness.

But she was ultimately on the defensive. Shen Ying had blocked the move with her Heavenly Silk technique, yet the Great Compassion Palm still retained its force, sending her sliding backward, her feet dragging deep furrows through the ground.

Such a simple palm strike contained astonishingly profound power.

Little-Foot Daoist looked at the white threads drifting through the air and asked suspiciously, "Nine-Death Silkworm Silk? Are you the little bastard Shen Sanlang left behind?"

As he spoke, he could not help grinning viciously. "We were kind-hearted enough not to uproot the grass and destroy the roots, yet you delivered yourself to our doorstep. And you even brought along a little bastard to play underhanded tricks."

Thinking of how, in only a few days, these two little brats had brought down nearly half of Heavenly Human Inner City through schemes, Little-Foot Daoist was consumed by rage!

"Then I'll clean up both you and your little bastard!"

As he spoke, his body flashed, leaving a string of footprints across the ground.

Each footprint was deeper than the last, representing his rapidly surging strength.

His target was Duan Yun!

Before the eyes of Shen Sanlang's little bastard, he would kill her little lover and let her know just how cruel the consequences of opposing