"Brother Xin, do not force my hand."
A graceful figure suddenly appeared.
Qin Ling arrived in front of Li Yun in a flash. Her movement was elegant and swift, almost like a breeze crossing flowers. She raised her hand, and the Hundred Flowers Seal bloomed outward. Countless streams of floral qi spread through the air before scattering Xin Lu's Asura Ghost Palm into nothingness.
Xin Lu's expression darkened immediately, and deep regret rose in his heart.
He had never expected Li Yun to withstand the first palm strike. Had he known, he would have used his secret technique from the very beginning along with his palm attack rather than wasting that opportunity.
"You are very lucky." Xin Lu said with a cold sneer. "But remember this. A woman will not always stand in front of you. The next time I strike, it will be the day you die. Treasure what little life you have left."
