"Hmph!"
Faced with Feng Qing'er's technique, Zi Yan snorted coldly. Violet light shimmered over her body as she drew back, preparing to slip into the void again.
As Zi Yan moved, her figure suddenly melted into the void behind her. A moment later, however, she tumbled back out and reappeared where she had been.
"Huh?!"
Sensing the void rejecting her, Zi Yan's expression darkened.
Yet a trace of mockery remained in her gaze as she looked at Feng Qing'er.
"That Demon Phoenix Bell you claim even a Dou Zun expert would struggle to break is nothing but a joke! If my cultivation weren't a little too low, I'd only need to reach Dou Zong to tear your shitty bell into pieces!"
As her words fell, violet light flashed around Zi Yan, and she instantly closed in on Feng Qing'er. With the surrounding space suppressed by Feng Qing'er's Demon Phoenix Bell, Zi Yan changed her fighting style, taking the initiative and charging straight at her.
"You overestimate yourself!"
Sensing Zi Yan's attack and hearing her disparage the Demon Phoenix Bell, Feng Qing'er's face showed a flicker of anger. She thought little of the attack, however. Dou Qi shimmered around her hand as she struck toward Zi Yan's fist.
Bang!
Their fists collided, sending an energy ripple spreading from the point of impact, but Feng Qing'er's expression suddenly changed.
The instant their fists met, Feng Qing'er felt an indescribable brute force surge from Zi Yan's fist, traveling straight through her arm and into her body.
Feng Qing'er's face paled, and the punch drove her back several steps.
"Huh?!"
Feeling the monstrous strength transmitted through Zi Yan's fist, Feng Qing'er's expression turned utterly grim.
"Damn it. Does the Ancient Void Dragon Clan really possess such terrifying strength even before reaching adulthood...?"
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