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Su Qiaoqiao's palm gathered immense power, sweeping towards Shen Qing in the blink of an eye, closing in on Shen Qing's vital point with astonishing speed.
Yet, seeing Shen Qing remaining unfazed, Su Qiaoqiao's lips curled into a smile.
The so-called top fighter of the Jing Luan Assembly is just this much.
The move she was using now was the Frost Shadow Palm, which she had cultivated for years.
Though it wouldn't take a life, it penetrates the bone, freezing the opponent's spiritual power, leaving them at her mercy.
It was just right to teach him a lesson, lest he doesn't know the heights of heaven and the depths of earth.
However, just as Su Qiaoqiao's palm neared within an inch of Shen Qing's chest, almost touching the warm skin, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
Her palm seemed to collide with an invisible yet firm wall, unable to inch forward no matter how much force she applied.