However, Chu Yunyun's gun speed noticeably increased. In a single breath, the two exchanged more than a thousand blows, with the gun energy piercing this palace made of Dark Ice into a thousand holes, while the passing sword aura froze everything into ice. The hall was filled with snowflakes and ice shards.
Ween Zhiyi defended while laughing, "Are you referring to Chu Xisheng as your thing? But there's no seal on his head, how can you claim he belongs to you—"
Just then, Ween Zhiyi's voice faltered because a beam of black light suddenly punctured out from a completely unexpected direction.
This gun strike defied the Heavenly Rules, contradicted the law of nature, surprising Ween Zhiyi yet again. Although she managed to dodge and block in time, the sleeve corner was still split open by the long gun, making a ripping sound.
Ween Zhiyi swallowed, feeling for the first time that she might have talked too much and played too far.
