Zhuang Hongyi's red robe bulged as she frantically circulated her inner energy through her meridians…
Icy cold energy condensed into frost around her. The two broken pieces of red silk, layered and overlapping, formed a cocoon before her, swirling and intertwining, using each other's force to neutralize the other's.
Thud…
A muffled sound.
The red silk, originally as hard as steel cables, had been spinning and drilling wildly.
But when struck by Chen Ping's palm, it immediately became limp and powerless, like a dead snake.
Through the icy inner energy barrier, a massive shockwave faintly emanated.
It shook Zhuang Hongyi violently, her internal organs burning.
She spat out another mouthful of blood, her body flying backward.
This time, she couldn't even borrow any force.
Her energy
