When she retracted her hand, the beauty fan was also caught in her hand, and she used it as an ordinary fan to fan the wind, causing Bai Ye and the others 'eyes to widen so much that they almost fell out.
"This fan is quite pretty. I'll take it to comfort my wounded heart while waiting for you to use your big move." As Feng Xiaoxiao spoke with a faint smile, she slapped her fan.
"Swish!"
In an instant, wisps of blood mist seeped out of the fan. This was the spiritual imprint that the punishment Pavilion elder had condensed and left on the beauty fan.
"Pfft-"
As soon as the light scattered, the punishment Pavilion elder, who was already struggling to hold up his body, spat out a large mouthful of blood on the spot. Not only was his aura weak, but he was also half-kneeling in the air, unable to stand steadily.
