Bagua Palm.
Lian Youming instantly perked up.
Looking again at the White Lotus Sect Master, he saw her red lips press together slightly beneath her mask. A strange, thunderous rumbling rose from her chest and abdomen. Her slender bare hands were crystalline in the morning light, almost translucent, as delicate as mutton-fat jade or milk. He could faintly make out the blood vessels and tendons beneath her skin, making her look like an exquisitely crafted porcelain person.
Lian Youming happened to be looking into the light. At a glance, she seemed to glow from head to toe. He lost himself for a moment, inwardly marveling at her peerless physique.
For some reason, seeing her suddenly reminded him of a young girl he had rescued on Changbai Mountain.
That girl had been extraordinary too...
But Lian Youming quickly collected his thoughts and began watching intently.
He might never get a chance to act in today's battle. Or perhaps, once he moved, he would immediately find himself fighting for his life. As the two fought and exchanged moves, any opening would vanish in an instant. He had to hold his position and judge his moment precisely. The slightest carelessness, a single missed opportunity, might cost them everything.
"A palm technique too."
His eyes flickered as he watched the White Lotus Sect Master raise both hands as well.
Neither spoke. Their breathing shifted slightly, and surprisingly, the White Lotus Sect Master struck first.
"Kill!"
Her body swayed like a swimming dragon. She thrust one palm forward and was before Gan Xuantong in the blink of an eye.
Lian Youming's eyes widened, and he inwardly exclaimed, So fast!
At least seven paces had separated them. The White Lotus Sect Master's rising palm and descending foot moved in perfect coordination. Just as her foot planted