Shen Xia, dressed in red, moved like a fairy in the flames, her fists and palms intertwined, sweeping away countless elites. She slapped down lightly with her jade hand, but it grazed over someone, slipping through her fingers.
"Oh?"
Shen Xia hesitated, looked up, and after a moment, exclaimed, "What a superb movement technique!"
Her interest was piqued.
The red dress fluttered as it knocked over countless obstructions, heading straight in pursuit of that person.
But, despite her impressive Qinggong and formidable fists and feet, she was no match for that person's agility and could not catch up for the moment.
"This person!"
"Who are they?!"
Shen Xia recalled the 108 seats of the "Hidden Dragon List," but could not match this person to any one of them.
Could it be—
"Not on the list?"
