Raising another palm, he channeled his late Foundation Establishment cultivation and struck towards Bai Xiaofan's chest.
Smack!
However, when this palm came down, it only emitted a crisp sound.
Zhao Mei's palm had swollen.
Swollen like a loaf of bread just put into the oven, it was five or six times larger than before...
Zhao Mei almost cried.
Not because her palm was swollen, but because of that feeling of powerlessness when facing Bai Xiaofan.
One hand was held by the other party, the other had swollen like a pig's trotter from striking the opponent.
She couldn't break free nor could she win in a fight.
Anyone would feel helpless in this situation!
"A disciple of the Poisonous Sect? Instead of cultivating properly within your sect, you dare to attempt an assassination on my Shi Qi, are you seeking death?"
Bai Xiaofan finally noticed that Zhao Mei's moves were a bit like those of that foolish woman, Xiao Mei.
