"Bang..."
Lin Shisan and Feng Xian'er were sent flying almost simultaneously.
Seizing the chance, Feng Xian'er exhausted her last thread of spiritual power and managed to throw the Nine-Phoenix Heart-Exterminating Mirror into the Bamboo Hut.
It landed solidly with a clang and happened to roll to Lin Shisan's feet.
At the same time, a protective barrier rose around the entire Bamboo Hut where Lin Shisan stood, covering it firmly like an enormous bowl.
The impact left him dizzy and seeing stars, his head spinning.
It hurt terribly.
"Second Sister, the mirror... bang..."
Just like Feng Xian'er, Ning Jiuying was sent flying.
In his hurry to grab the mirror, he had forgotten that Lin Shisan's Bamboo Hut contained a restriction that could reflect force.
With a series of crashes, he smashed through at least ten stalks of iron bamboo. The black bamboo was as hard as pig iron, its broken ends jutting like menacing swords.
Ning Jiuying's spine snapped on the spot, white shards of bone piercing through his flesh.
Grimacing and twitching all over in pain, he writhed and rolled on the ground like an earthworm crushed underfoot.
"Heh, heh, heh..."
Bracing herself against a stalk of iron bamboo, Feng Xian'er staggered to her feet.
Not an inch of her body was unscathed. Most of her purple robe had been torn away, exposing the mangled wounds beneath.
Yet a brilliant smile spread over her face, a mocking sneer that said, What can you do to me?
"Ning Jiuying, how did my restriction taste? As a master of restrictions, perhaps you'd care to offer a few pointers?"
"You..."
Ning Jiuying's face turned livid.
After rolling over three or four times, he finally stood with the support of a black-clad man.
He was a miserable sight.
His already wretched purple face had