This young girl is around eighteen years old, her face an exquisite masterpiece crafted by a master. Dai Mei Mountain, bright eyes and a radiant moon, slightly red, incomparable charm.
Yet this beautiful face is cold as frost, her brows bearing three points of cold arrogance.
Upon seeing this girl, Ao Cangsheng couldn't help himself.
His form changed, and on the square arose a roaring wind like a terrible beast bellowing, resounding across the vast square.
"Be careful!"
Upon hearing Ao Cangsheng's cold warning, finally she moved.
Her body swiftly entered, Ao Cangsheng's right palm suddenly pulsating.
Suddenly, a massive Golden Palm, like a huge stone monument suppressing, roared towards the young girl.
Under the relentless influence of the giant palm, the girl's clothes suddenly started fluttering, as if about to snap and fly off at any moment.
Yet, the girl's face remained cold, unchanged.
Seeing this, Ao Cangsheng couldn't help but laugh.
