A faint pop of displaced air sounded.
Xu Wuyi felt a chill across the surface of his fist as a piercing force attempted to penetrate his Qi and Blood defenses.
He let out a muffled grunt. His Cloud-Pushing Force erupted, its Triple Power layering to shatter the sword shadow.
In that fleeting instant of their exchange, his wrist trembled imperceptibly. A Yin Soft Hidden Force had already snuck toward Su Yueling's wrist.
Su Yueling's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She had clearly detected the invasion of this foreign Power.
Sword Qi pulsed faintly from her fingertips, neutralizing most of it. Still, a sliver of Silk Binding Force seeped into her meridians like a maggot clinging to bone.
The two broke apart on contact, each taking half a step back.
Xu Wuyi felt a measure of relief. 'Successfully landing the Silk Binding Force is a good start.'
'If I can build it up, maybe I can gradually affect her Qi and Blood circulation, just like I did with Zhao Ding.'
