Soon enough, Ying Xue moved with glimmers on the stage. Her Qinggong was indeed phenomenal - her movements were like that of a dandelion fluff, as swift as a shooting star, light as air, silent and untraceable.
This stage was about the size of an acre - not too big, yet not too small either.
It was spacious enough to accommodate two people chasing each other.
Before long, Ying Xue pushed her Qinggong to the extreme. She soared, spun, and turned in mid-air like a sparrow.
The crowd erupted with a thunderous applause.
Reaching such a level of Qinggong wasn't solely achieved through sheer hard work and diligence; it required a genuine talent.
At first glance, it was impossible to catch a glimpse of Ying Xue's charming figure, which might have made anyone dizzy. Even if someone took an assault rifle and fired at Ying Xue, they would not be able to hit her.
