Leng Xueying lifted her exquisite chin, those cold eyes looking at the endless gun shadows thrusting over from Sikong Yu, yet the corner of her mouth curled into a trace of disdainful sneer as her jade hand reached to her waist and grabbed the whip hilt into her palm.
As Leng Xueying circulated her Bloodline Power, one end of this mere three-inch whip hilt suddenly seemed to have a Candle Dragon Shadow burst out from within, directly coiling around Leng Xueying's body to form a shield.
Sikong Yu's sky-filling Gun Qi all slammed into this shield, yet could not pierce through it. Leng Xueying's gaze swept over Sikong Yu with contempt.
"Tsk, tsk tsk, that's all you've got?"
