Qian Renxue froze slightly at his words.
"A spar?"
"That's right."
Tang Shuo nodded, his tone half-serious and half-teasing.
"I want to see."
"Whether I can crush you decisively now."
Hearing the words "crush you," Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow.
His sudden provocation actually made her laugh in anger.
This guy had only just crawled back from death's door, and he was already so eager to get beaten up?
Seeing his supremely confident look and recalling how miserable he had been a few days ago, the trace of heartache in Qian Renxue's heart instantly turned into mild irritation.
"Fine."
The corners of her lips curled up.
"I'd also like to see just how much you've improved during these nine days of seclusion."
As soon as she finished speaking, she did not hold back.
With a flash of her figure, she turned into a streak of golden light and appeared before Tang Shuo in an instant.
Her slender jade hand struck out, seemingly light and effortless.
Yet her palm contained an incomparably condensed sacred Soul Power, enough to split steles and shatter stone!
She did not summon her martial soul. Like him, she relied solely on her body and Soul Power.
Faced with this thunderous palm strike.
Tang Shuo neither dodged nor retreated.
He did not even change his stance. He simply raised his right hand.
His five fingers spread as he met Qian Renxue's palm.
Bang!
A dull crash rang out.
Their palms collided solidly in midair.
The expected sight of Tang Shuo being forced back never appeared.
A visible shockwave exploded outward from the two of them, blasting even the scattered stones off the ground.
Qian Renxue felt as though her palm had struck an ancient divine mountain that could never be moved.
A heavy, majestic, utterly unshakable force