Xin Lin's palm seemed soft and light, yet it was precisely delivered.
She struck several times, each time half a beat faster than Lin Lan's punches.
The palm strikes landed precisely at Lin Lan's vital spots.
Lin Lan was both surprised and panicked, losing her composure, feeling that Xin Lin's palm strikes were followed by continuous cracking sounds.
Her joints in various places were effortlessly dismantled by Xin Lin.
After several rounds, many joints in her upper body were dislocated, making it impossible to exert force.
Left with no other option, she had to admit defeat.
"Jingfeng Palm."
Nolan Zhuyun raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself.
It's an Eighth-Stream Martial Arts, considered to have decent power.
Judging by Xin Lin's technique, she seems to have mastered it well.
A Spirit Master who could master the Jingfeng Palm to such an extent.
"Xin Lin, it seems I underestimated you," Lin Lan said, smiling bitterly.
"Acknowledged," Xin Lin clasped her hands.
