She was flesh and blood, after all.
Seeing Lian Youming land a blow, the other three held nothing back, unleashing their killing moves together.
The Ability of Foresight and those Buddhist School divine abilities might seem unfathomably mysterious, but all such methods ultimately relied on the physical body. Once it was injured, however perfect the mind remained, the damaged body would inevitably slow the hands and feet.
Even the slightest difference might decide the outcome.
Gu Feiyan's delicate brows drew together. Facing the three men's attacks, she was about to raise her blade, but before she could move, a fist was already driving toward her chest.
"Hah!"
Situ Wudi's double-pupiled eyes opened wide. He sprang like a fox, his already burly body abruptly swelling larger. His heavy fist struck like a cannon bolt, the force he unleashed whipping up what seemed a hurricane over the ground.
Facing this incomparably fierce punch, Gu Feiyan held her blade across her body to block. Both she and the blade were immediately forced back a considerable distance.
Before she could steady herself, however, Li Da and Yang Cuo had seized the opening from either side.
Yang Cuo bounded like an ape, his darting gaze bright. He leaped and twisted among the pillars, pushed off a branch with both feet, then descended from above to plant his feet on the shaft of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.
Li Da swept his spear upward, piercing straight through a narrow opening. Like lightning, it thrust beneath Gu Feiyan's armpit into the space before her chest, then swept across her waist and abdomen.
"Let go!"
Gu Feiyan gave a soft laugh. Releasing both hands, she abruptly shuddered, becoming seemingly weightless in an instant. Her whole body swung into the air with a whoosh, drifting backward like floating floss.