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Carrying the artistic essence of ink wash, Baiyin's image did not truly condense, remaining merely a painting, her face playful as she pushed forward with a palm.
Feng Nan and the other immediately tensed up, and Lord Sui Feng's long gun appeared in his hand, which he flicked forward in a thrust.
In Feng Nan's hand, an iron chain transformed into a long whip, and with a flick, it lashed down.
The long gun left no shadow, the long whip had no form, and when they collided with Baiyin's palm strike, nothing special happened.
Even the surrounding clouds were not disturbed.
It wasn't until Yin Yuan and the two women spat out a mouthful of blood simultaneously that the space around them started to shatter piece by piece.
The entire world seemed like a mirror completely shattered.
Immediately after, an unmatched shockwave spread in all directions, tearing apart the clouds before they even had the chance to scatter.
