After the courtyard had fallen silent for a while, another round of piercing whip cracks rang out.
Although Ning Huarong had recovered some of her condition after taking that Recovery Elixir, the spirit rope binding her and the whip wielded by the burly woman were far more powerful than before. The pain she endured was even worse than it had been.
Yet Ning Huarong showed not the slightest sign of yielding, curses pouring endlessly from her mouth.
Apparently enraged by her insults, the burly woman tossed aside her whip, grabbed Ning Huarong by the hair, and raised her fan-sized right hand to slap her across the face.
With the strength of a Nascent Soul body cultivator like this woman, even if she held back, it was not something an ordinary person could withstand.
But the furious burly woman suddenly discovered that her entire body had become as heavy as ten thousand mountains. Moving even a single finger was immensely difficult.
Only then did she notice that a young man in black robes had appeared before her at some point. A hazy purple radiance emanated from his body as he stared at her expressionlessly.
The burly woman's expression turned incomparably horrified. The fat all over her body rippled like waves, her plump face flushing blood-red as the power of her blood and qi surged sharply. She was clearly about to employ some secret technique.
Yet the young man merely pressed his right hand downward with casual ease, and an overwhelming force like roaring mountains and a crashing sea descended upon her.
The burly woman instantly felt a terrifying force more than ten times stronger than before crushing down on her body.
Her eyes bulged, her body convulsed violently, as though an invisible giant hand were squeezing her.
Her body began curling