The disciples led by Liu Qi saw this scene, and their scalps instantly tingled as they shouted loudly, "Master!!"
Bai Chuwei remained unmoved!
Zheng Xian's palm, when it was about to touch Bai Chuwei's white dress, was abruptly bounced away by a powerful force like ocean waves. She let out a scream and flew out like a parabola.
A few seconds later, Zheng Xian fell heavily onto the ice, silent. Bai Chuwei stood where she was, not turning her head, her steps unmoved by a single inch, her garments fluttering gracefully, like a celestial being descending to the world.
The crowd: "..."
Liu Qi broke off the icicle formed by the sweat on his forehead, feeling a bit relieved yet still apprehensive.
Their worries turned out to be redundant indeed.
Tong Qingyan silently looked at Zheng Xian, unsure whether she was dead or alive, and suddenly recalled long ago when she used her cheap Master Jiao Peng's talisman on Bai Chuwei.
