Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

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Su Qiaoqiao's palm gathered immense power, sweeping towards Shen Qing in the blink of an eye, closing in on Shen Qing's vital point with astonishing speed.

Yet, seeing Shen Qing remaining unfazed, Su Qiaoqiao's lips curled into a smile.

The so-called top fighter of the Jing Luan Assembly is just this much.

The move she was using now was the Frost Shadow Palm, which she had cultivated for years.

Though it wouldn't take a life, it penetrates the bone, freezing the opponent's spiritual power, leaving them at her mercy.

It was just right to teach him a lesson, lest he doesn't know the heights of heaven and the depths of earth.

However, just as Su Qiaoqiao's palm neared within an inch of Shen Qing's chest, almost touching the warm skin, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

Her palm seemed to collide with an invisible yet firm wall, unable to inch forward no matter how much force she applied.

That barrier seemed to harbor immense power, completely isolating Su Qiaoqiao's attack, not budging a bit.

This sudden mishap caused a flicker of astonishment to pass through Su Qiaoqiao's eyes.

But being seasoned by countless battles, her shock lasted only for a moment.

"Tricks!"

Su Qiaoqiao snorted coldly, urging her whole body's spiritual power into her palm.

The palm, originally glistening with a frosty sheen, now shone with dazzling brilliance.

Her palm was enveloped in a layer of frost-like hue.

She exerted her strength once more, the brilliance flowing, trying to break through the barrier on Shen Qing with even greater force. Continue your story on My Virtual Library Empire

The barrier remained unmoved, making her difficult to advance.

Su Qiaoqiao was utterly bewildered.

In fact, if she had summoned her primordial spirit, she would surely see another "Shen Qing" clasping her wrist firmly before her, rendering her immobile.

Shen Qing, a head taller than Su Qiaoqiao, looked down at her and said calmly, "Miss Su, this is not how you treat a guest."

"Hmm?"

Before Shen Qing's words fully dissipated, an unprecedentedly strong pressure suddenly descended on Su Qiaoqiao.

The pressure was so immense that it made Su Qiaoqiao's body tremble, even causing her legs to go weak.

She felt as if a towering mountain was pressing on her shoulders, forcing them to sink, gradually bowing her head.

The strength of this force exceeded her expectations.

A surge of unprecedented horror welled up in Su Qiaoqiao's heart, making her even doubt her own cultivation.

She struggled to look up at Shen Qing.

The latter was watching her with an unreadable smile, making her scalp tingle.

Shen Qing's fingers moved slightly, an invisible and sharp Soul Stab silently entered Su Qiaoqiao's Sea of Consciousness.

Bang!

Su Qiaoqiao gave a muffled groan, as if an invisible sledgehammer had struck her mind, an intense pain exploded from the depths of her soul, sweeping through her body instantly, making everything before her blurred, as if the world was spinning uncontrollably, almost fainting.

At this moment, Su Qiaoqiao truly realized how terrifying the man before her was.

His cultivation far surpassed hers.

Her heart was filled with shock.

Su Qiaoqiao quickly bit her tongue, using the pain to regain some clarity, her eyes wide open, she shouted sternly, "How bold, I am a daughter of the Su Family, and you dare to touch me..."

"So what, only officials are allowed to set fires while the common people can't light lamps?"

Shen Qing unhesitatingly punched her in the chest.

Bang!

Su Qiaoqiao's figure flew back like a kite with a broken string, drawing a long arc, flying several zhang away before heavily crashing to the ground.

A pained expression appeared on Su Qiaoqiao's face.

She felt her qi-blood churning in her chest, her throat tasted sweet, and with a loud "wa", a mouthful of fresh blood spewed forth, staining her dress, splattering onto the deck beside her.

Su Qiaoqiao was completely stunned, her eyes full of shock and anger, staring at Shen Qing, unable to believe what had just happened.

In her understanding, how could someone like Shen Qing, with no background, dare to act against her without considering identities?

At that moment, the shock and anger in her heart intertwined, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

Shen Qing paid no heed, turning away with Huang Furo.

Just then, Su Qiaoqiao, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised her head, glaring at Shen Qing.

Her hair disheveled, she was in a pitiful state, snarling, "Shen, do you know who stands before you? You dare to touch me, do you believe I'll make you wish for life, but unable to die?"

Shen Qing paused, turned to look.

Before he could do anything, a crisp slap suddenly echoed in the air between them.

Unbeknownst to him, Princess Yuzhen had silently stood in front of him.

The just risen Su Qiaoqiao was once again heavily slapped to the ground by Princess Yuzhen, her delicate face pressed tightly against the deck.

Princess Yuzhen said coldly, "Today, this princess hosts the Chrysanthemum Viewing Festival, how can you be so rude to my guest?"

Su Qiaoqiao was full of astonishment, still in a daze from the sudden slap.

Moments later, she quickly gathered herself, disregarding the injury on her face, she hurriedly sat up, explaining, "I... Princess, Shen Qing just tried to leave halfway, and was disrespectful to the princess at the gathering, clearly disregarding your presence."

Smack!

Another slap landed.

With a bang, Su Qiaoqiao's face slammed heavily against the deck, having an intimate encounter with it.

The series of strikes left her completely bewildered, her mind blank, stunned like a wooden chicken.

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