She forced herself to calm her thoughts, starting to strategically maneuver the battlefield step by step, compressing Chu Xisheng's space.
Today, she had already made a fool of herself; in half a moment's time, not only did she fail to inflict any damage on Chu Xisheng, but she was also hit by his Divine Intent Saber, leaving her nose and mouth bleeding.
The key was what came next.
She could not allow this scoundrel to continue being rampant; only by capturing him could she restore some dignity!
Seven breaths later, Zhangsun Ruoli finally cornered Chu Xisheng into a space with a five-hundred-zhang radius.
Her Cold Ice Sword Qi, at this moment, curled around like a forest of sword trees.
This couldn't completely immobilize Chu Xisheng, but it could significantly slow his tunneling speed.
"Cold Seal!"
A teardrop-shaped pendant on Zhangsun Ruoli's neck suddenly emitted a white glow, and a pair of snow-white wings unfolded behind her.
