The next moment,
Clang! The sword net dissipated.
Zhao Jinxiu's graceful figure suddenly froze in the midst of rapid movement.
On her delicate face, a thumb-sized blood cave suddenly burst forth with a Blood Arrow, her eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at the expressionless Jiang Dali, as if to ask—how dare you?
"Miss Zhao!"
Li Hengfei and San both gasped in horror with rage-filled eyes.
Jiang Dali snorted coldly, and his figure moved, charging at Li Hengfei like a small giant forged of steel.
The moment his hand stretched out, a terrifying and oppressive Powerful Palm Force instantly condensed into a dense, whirlwind-like surge.
"Have a palm strike back!"
"No! I am from Hui City... Ah!!"
Li Hengfei cried out in terror, retreating, but Jiang Dali's onrushing figure was like a runaway carriage, even more fierce and faster.
Bang! Crack!—