Injured

"How was that?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.

Li Yuzhen hurriedly said, "Again!"

Chu Zhiyuan gathered his palm force once more. A palm imprint appeared, with two little dragons faintly visible in its center.

This time, Li Yuzhen did not take it head-on. Her fair little hand pressed forward, and a palm imprint condensed in the air, crashing toward Chu Zhiyuan's palm force.

"Pop."

The two palm imprints collided in midair, like pebbles dropped into a deep well.

All around them was utter stillness. There was no howling gale, no palm force spilling in every direction.

Chu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow.

He knew Li Yuzhen's swordsmanship was formidable. Most martial artists of the Phoenix Dynasty favored the sword.

Even the imperial family primarily practiced swordsmanship.

He had not expected Li Yuzhen's palm techniques to be equally impressive.

The Heavenly Dragon Divine Palm was supremely hard and fiercely yang, tyrannical to the extreme, yet it had actually been neutralized.

This palm force was definitely strange.

"Again."

Chu Zhiyuan tried activating the third form of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Palm.

His movements were slow as he leisurely pushed out his right palm.

A foot before his palm, another palm imprint emerged.

The imprint was vivid and distinct, while its center was blurred, with three dragons faintly visible within.

Chu Zhiyuan secretly shook his head.

This third form was already somewhat forced. He had not practiced it enough, nor was he familiar enough with it.

"Pop!"

Li Yuzhen struck out again. Her fair little hand condensed a palm imprint that collided with Chu Zhiyuan's.

The sound of a pebble falling into a lake rang out again.

A gale howled.

The Green Bamboo beside them swayed violently, rustling and hissing.

Chu Zhiyuan, Li Yuzhen, and Li Miaotan standing some distance away all had their clothes fluttering