Bu Yusheng's face was as bright as the moon, her eyes clear as autumn water, and her delicate cheeks white as congealed fat, emitting a faint glow like the dazzling sun, flawless. But Jiang Li had no pity or gentleness; his only intent was to harm.
Thunder and lightning, intense whirls of wind and fire, followed by a palm strike that blasted towards Bu's delicate face, bringing a scorching and fierce breath head-on.
Since she was protected by the Seamless Heavenly Cloth, aiming directly for her face was the obvious choice.
The emotionless assault turned Bu Yusheng's expression frosty. Not many women in the world would tolerate being slapped physically in the face, especially by Jiang Li.
"Seamless," she declared.
She loosened her grip on the Mo Wu Sword, her wide sleeves fluttering like curtains of water, opening in front of her. The combined forces of wind, thunder, and fire were dissipated layer by layer, each rendered ineffective.
'Seamless indeed... truly divine.'