Zhang Zhiqing took a punch, feeling some pain, but she also knew that with Xin Lin's level of skill, this punch would definitely not be fatal.
Her ordinary face now twisted with a ferocious expression, she stepped into the void with her left leg, gathering energy in her right leg, her body like a knife blade plummeting down, her knees slamming hard into Xin Lin's frail form.
This slam used up to seventy or eighty percent of Zhang Zhiqing's True Qi.
Like a force breaking bamboo, even Golden Stone would shatter upon impact.
But at that moment, a subtle sound came from within Zhang Zhiqing's body.
The sound was very faint, like something piercing through cloth.
Zhang Zhiqing's gaze shifted as from her shoulder blade, with a hissing sound, a sharp edge of ice protruded out of her body.
Blood spurted out.
Zhang Zhiqing's expression drastically changed, and she took several more punches.
