Su Yujin's left fist launched a lightning-fast counterattack, hooking upward toward Ji Feihua's throat. As her fist moved, three crystalline ice spikes, each two inches long, protruded from her knuckles. They tore through the air with a cold, piercing whistle, three streaks of icy light aimed straight at his vulnerable throat.
Ji Feihua leaned backward. The ice spikes missed their target, sweeping over his snow-white neck. He closed his palm into a fist and struck Su Yujin hard on her left elbow. With his strength and the precision of the blow, her joint should have shattered. Instead, the spot he struck bent backward at an impossible angle, dissipating the force of his punch. His right foot was already moving, sweeping across her slender waist, narrow enough to encircle with one hand.
That kick, too, could have split mountains and shattered stone, but Su Yujin's body became as light as a feather. After Ji Feihua's foot struck her, she floated backward, drifting some thirty feet away like willow fluff.
Ji Feihua's gaze grew even more solemn. He said in a low voice, "Graceful as a Soaring Swan! You're from Wuji Monastery!"
Blue light still shimmered in Su Yujin's eyes. She said softly, "You're quite well-informed. Since you know where I come from, you'd best be a good boy and return the skull." As she spoke, another dozen or so white bats fell from the air, cut down by Hu Xiaotian.
Su Yujin frowned.
Ji Feihua said, "Wuji Monastery has always stayed out of worldly affairs and strife. I doubt you have their permission to do this."
Su Yujin sighed. "There was a road to heaven, yet you refused to take it. Hell had no gate, yet you insisted on barging in. Even without you telling me, I've guessed who you are."