If she hadn't spoken, Zhu Hanwen and the others wouldn't have noticed her presence at all.
At this moment, Yingyue raised her white and tender palm, as if it were intricately carved jade, making it unforgettable in the winter sunlight.
Yet this delicate palm, appearing as if it could easily be squeezed out of water, merely clapped gently, and the surroundings erupted in a fierce wind, stirring up a startling air current.
Zhu Hanwen instinctively felt his legs weaken, as if facing a natural disaster, his heart filled with utter shock: 'This damn thing is just one-tenth of her power?'
Clang~
The "gentle" palm landed on the great sword, producing a thunderous sound as if two trains traveling at 300 kilometers per hour had collided.
The overwhelming sound wave and the shockwave it stirred, if not for Ye Qingzhou and Yingyue cleverly confining it around them, Zhu Hanwen and the others might have been torn to pieces by now.
"Yingyue, your palm technique has improved again."
