Given the oppressive force demonstrated by Lu Ye at the moment, either Choo Qing or Ruo Yan is bound to die, and the other isn't far from death either.
Qiaoyun came charging sideways, her figure intercrossing with the others, shielding them upfront as a physique cultivator, where charging at the forefront is a fundamental practice.
The chubby palm, moving not too quickly, aimed a smack right at Lu Ye's head; meanwhile, Lu Ye had already counterattacked with a slice on her arm.
The slice, although enhanced with Sharpness, failed to sever Qiaoyun's arm and instead left only a bloody mark on the fatty flesh of her limb.
At the moment of contact between the saber and the flesh, Lu Ye felt as if his strike had hit a highly elastic piece of rubber. With the rapid wriggling of the flesh where Qiaoyun was sliced, the force of his blow was significantly diminished.
Qiaoyun's other palm had already come smashing down, while Lu Ye kicked out, striking her right in the stomach.
