The ghost claw was fierce; as soon as it touched Prince Yuan's throat, the scent of blood immediately spread.
Just as the ghost claw cut through Prince Yuan's artery.
A palm wind crashed towards Hua Yaorao.
How could someone be so reckless!
In front of Hua Yaorao, even the Poison Venerate dared not act rashly.
Hua Yaorao's expression remained unchanged, the ghost claw shifted direction, aiming towards Xin Lin's face.
She had some impression of Xin Lin, the little brat who had once schemed against her at the Kutuo River.
This face was indeed rather annoying.
Hua Yaorao had thought that with one claw, the opponent would be torn to shreds.
Little did she expect Xin Lin to change the palm into a fist, punching fiercely towards Hua Yaorao's ghost claw.
Hua Yaorao's eyes were filled with disdain; a mere mortal dared to challenge her head-on.
But at this moment, Hua Yaorao heard a cracking sound.
Where the fist wind reached, there was a sound of bones shattering.
