Destroy Your Spiritual Roots Cripple Your Legs

Lin Siyuan wanted to escape.

But he couldn't escape.

"What are you all doing? Everyone attack!"

"Pah!" Zhao Shuning snapped her fingers, and those who had intended to rush over froze in place, unable to move.

Previously, he only knew of Zhao Shuning's strength, but he didn't expect that after a year of hard work, he would still be able to cultivate.

But in her hands, she couldn't even take one move.

Also, this young girl's cultivation technique is extraordinary, and her scheming is even more unfathomable.

This didn't seem like the kind of mind a 17-year-old girl should have.

The Spiritual Energy around Lin Siyuan's body turned into millions of swords and sabers. He wanted to fight to the death at this very last moment.

"Useless Lin Siyuan, these skills of yours don't even have the chance to be used before my eyes."

Lin Siyuan extended his hand.