Attempting to touch the reachable half of the face, Zong Shaoqing only felt that the assassin's mask on the other half of Yue Jinghua's face was particularly glaring.
As he spoke, Zong Shaoqing's silver hair, light as feathers, brushed against Yue Jinghua's face.
So close that he could feel the warmth of her skin, Yue Jinghua suddenly felt something was amiss, and she subconsciously glanced at the Lianyun Great Sword.
Indeed, it was still her old companion, but rested on this fellow's jaw, it seemed like a plastic toy. Yue Jinghua, refusing to believe in evil, pushed the sword forward a little more, only to find that it couldn't pierce Zong Shaoqing's skin at all.
What kind of Xuan Technique is this? tougher than Iron Cloth Shirt, even more impenetrable than the Golden Bell Shield.
It seems the Divine Court truly has a profound heritage, a den of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, not to be underestimated.
