Beneath this palm strike, Xiao Ruoching's delicate figure seemed like a tiny boat, wavering on the verge of capsizing in a tempestuous storm.
The faint-hearted had already closed their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to witness Xiao Ruoching being flattened by this palm strike.
Su Bei's hand already rested on the Qingping Sword Sheath, his eyes fixed intently on his prodigal disciple on the platform, ready to whisk her away the instant she could no longer withstand the terrifying palm force.
Xiao Ruoching stood in the center of the platform, calmly watching the palm strike draw closer and closer in her pupils. Ling Ying's teeth, stained with blood, were vaguely visible.
The next instant, Xiao Ruoching's long black hair fluttered, her aura shifting, making it unclear whether she was an Immortal or a demon.
Then, countless streams of Sword Qi lifted her. In that moment, it seemed as if all else was insignificant; only Xiao Ruoching herself remained between Heaven and Earth!
