This palm strike, without a doubt, was the harbinger of death!
Qin Qi mustered all his strength to escape, but the previous five-segment strike had drained him completely!
He sighed heavily, powerless to retaliate.
He gritted his teeth, thinking only of seeking help from the mysterious woman.
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere, transforming into a rapid shadow. As it revealed itself, it intercepted Wang Qiang's terrifying palm strike.
Wang Qiang, who thought Qin Qi was doomed, was also startled by the sudden appearance and instinctively shouted, "Who!"
A cold voice emanated from the figure, "Wang Qiang, you don't even recognize this lady? Cai Nian is truly something, sending someone to Shangjing and arranging only someone like you!"
Qin Qi was bewildered, not knowing who had saved him.
However.
"Why does this voice sound so familiar?" He blinked, gradually recognizing the back of the person standing before him.
He quickly identified her.
Isn't this Ling Feixue?
