PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
That was the sound of Yan Linghua's hair dancing wildly, piercing the void. Each strand was like a steel needle, possessing an endless, sharp edge.
BOOM!
A colossal shadow suddenly burst from her body, its claw swiping toward Ning Xuan. Amidst the overwhelming Majestic Pressure, the claw blotted out the sky, as if a demon had emerged from the Nine Nether itself. The talons were long and narrow, like five terrifying swords that instantly tore through the void as they descended upon Ning Xuan.
Thunderous roars resounded from within Ning Xuan's body. He was only at the Human Realm. The only reason he could instantly kill a King Realm expert was his speed. After all, the two were on completely different levels. If he were ever fully enveloped by a King Realm Martial Artist's Majestic Pressure, the consequences would be unimaginable.
