"One must admit, there was indeed a knocking."
Zhou Li laughed.
In the instant when Save The Old Man was activated, it was originally Qianhu, but Yu Sui, who seemed to have been prepared, seized that moment and appeared here.
Covering thousands of miles in a day, as fast as the wind with one's legs, Save The Old Man could do it too.
Tang Shanhong certainly didn't expect this twist; he didn't react at first. Yu Sui, on the other hand, had been ready to strike, quickly bringing her hands together, fingers laid flat and crossing, pulling back.
"Return Wind!"
Spirit Art is not just idle talk; often, the simpler the "name," the more direct the effect. The moment Yu Sui clenched her fists, a wind stirred up from nowhere, sweeping up Zhou Li and Tang Wan and flying towards Yu Sui.
"Trifling skill!"
Tang Shanhong snorted coldly, a palm strike appearing out of thin air, its immense force instantly sweeping towards Zhou Li and Tang Wan.
