Zhao Anyin's expression changed, and her wrist flicked out several times, sending out more than ten streaks of cold light that roiled forward as her body rapidly retreated backward.
A hint of cold laughter flashed in Liu Ming's eyes. With a casual grasp in the void, the sky full of golden light converged into a huge golden hand, dozens of feet in size, which he suddenly thrust forward with a slap.
The short ruler sent out over ten streaks of cold light that struck the giant golden hand, only eliciting a few sparks of golden light.
The enormous hand then splayed its fingers, sealing off all the space for the scar-faced woman to dodge in every direction, and with just a blur, it caught up with the retreating opponent.
With a "bang,"
Even though Zhao Anyin desperately tried to block, she was still struck by the giant golden hand, which sent her spiritual weapon flying out of her hand and, in a continuous motion, slapped her out of the ring.
