Zhuang Hongyi's red robe billowed as she crazily circulated her inner force through her meridians...
The icy cold Qi mechanism condensed into frost around her, and the two broken halves of red silk wove into a layered cocoon in front of her, spinning and entwining to use force to neutralize force.
Bang...
A muffled sound.
The red silk, originally as hard as steel ropes, frantically spun and drilled.
Was smacked down by Chen Ping's palm print and instantly became limp like a dead snake, no longer able to exert force.
Through the cold inner Qi barrier, a massive shaking force faintly passed through.
Zhuang Hongyi's entire body shuddered violently, her insides like burning.
She opened her mouth and spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, her body following the motion as she was sent flying.
This time, she couldn't even borrow any force.
