As the smoke and dust settled, the people could see more clearly now. The distant palace walls suffered a similar fate; the surface layer of the walls was peeled off, revealing thousands of dents and holes, looking like 10,000-year-old ruins.
The southern palace wall sustained the most damage, as there was a gap of a few hundred feet wide on it.
Lian Sanyue drew back her fist.
All gazes were focused on her fist at the moment; following the movement of her fist, the people gazed at her face in the end, their eyes full of awe and fear.
She didn't thrust her fist gracefully; her fighting move was as ordinary as her appearance.
Yet, none of them who had witnessed this fight would dare say her fighting skill was ordinary.
