"Damn it, what kind of Divine Skill is this?"
Chong Not Speaking's face was filled with horror as just two strikes had cost her over a thousand years of her lifespan.
Even for a cultivator at the Primordial Spirit Realm, a few more hits could potentially lead to death due to lifespan exhaustion. Such Divine Skills were just too aberrant!
However, Chong Not Speaking still felt a trace of relief, thankful she had dodged Tang Yi's second strike, losing only a few hundred years of her lifespan.
Even so, at that moment, Chong Not Speaking transformed from the previously plump and radiant beauty to an old, decrepit figure in the blink of an eye.
Bang!
Just as Chong Not Speaking was feeling slightly relieved, a swooshing sound approached.
Caught off guard, Chong Not Speaking only felt a palm strike her forcefully from behind.
"Pfft!"
The violent Palm Force sent Chong Not Speaking flying in an instant, and she spewed out a mouthful of old blood while still in mid-air.
"Who?"
