Smack…
Another palm struck heavily on Xiao Yi's body.
"Poof." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of blood.
Smack…
Another palm, chilling and cold, came from behind Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi was prepared, and struck back with his own palm.
However, there was not even a shadow behind him.
Xiao Yi's palm hit the air.
On the contrary, his chest inexplicably suffered another palm strike, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Such eerie means." Xiao Yi frowned tightly.
It was the first time he encountered such a tenacious opponent.
Whoosh…
Suddenly, a sea of flowers swirled in the air.
The petals, visible to the naked eye, were a dazzling array of colors.
Xiao Yi was shocked and struck out with his palm, but it passed straight through as if hitting nothing but air.
Instead, the flower dance whirled around him, sending him flying heavily.
"Poof." Xiao Yi again spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Mist Flower, is it real or fake?"
Whoosh…
