At the training ground of the Drunken Moon Palace in Star Luo Imperial City.
Dressed in black training clothes, the voluptuous Zhu Zhuqing stared coldly at the sandbags swinging back and forth before her.
Her stunningly beautiful, frost-cold face was expressionless. A cold gleam flashed in her eyes as two Soul Rings, one yellow and one purple, floated around her, and a fierce, overbearing aura radiated from her body.
After four years of hellish training, Zhu Zhuqing had undergone a complete transformation. Her cultivation had already reached rank twenty-four.
Having rank twenty-four Soul Power at the age of ten was inseparable from her hard work, but equally inseparable from Ye Mengwei's help.
Without Ye Mengwei's help and guidance, she would have needed at least another year to reach her current level on her own.
Throughout these days, Zhu Zhuqing had never abandoned her training, constantly improving her strength. She believed that one day she would catch up with Ye Mengwei. She, too, wanted to become someone as powerful as Ye Mengwei and protect the things she cared about!
The swinging sandbags creaked, but Zhu Zhuqing remained motionless. She was waiting for an opening-the moment all six sandbags lined up.
Suddenly, after waiting for a full half hour, a sharp gleam flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's bright eyes, and she called out softly, "First Soul Skill, Netherworld Shattering Claw!"
"Second Soul Skill, Dark Night Descent!"
As her words fell, the yellow and purple Soul Rings blazed with light. Sharp feline claws sprouted from Zhu Zhuqing's slender, fair fingers, looking capable of piercing through anything. At the same time, an inky-black aura slowly enveloped her.
Thump!
At that moment, a black figure flashed past. Of the six swinging sandbags, the first five had been pierced straight through by a slender, powerful arm, tipped