The palms collided, silver Spiritual Power clashing against the golden Spiritual Power, unleashing two powerful currents of energy.
Feng Yueya was surprised inwardly, he could actually withstand her golden Spiritual Power!
Feng Zixiao was equally astonished; the strength of the golden Spiritual Power was not to be underestimated.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!" Feng Yueya's other palm struck out.
Feng Zixiao extended his hand to catch it.
She wanted exactly this effect, to occupy both his hands.
Her eyes glanced towards Yu Xuan behind; he immediately understood and sneaked towards Feng Zixiao.
Feng Zixiao's face changed dramatically, and he hastily retracted a palm to face him, while Feng Yueya took the opportunity to slap his shoulder.
Sending him flying out.
"Ugh—" Feng Zixiao, who landed on the ground, violently spewed out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
"Hmph, now you should definitely be dead," she said.
