The palm strike shot toward her face.
But with a flick of her sleeve, Dream Butterfly deflected it aside before immediately countering with a palm strike of her own.
Boom!
The strike landed squarely on Ximen Ren's chest, shattering his ribs, crushing one of his lungs, and even rupturing part of his heart.
Blood spurted from Ximen Ren's mouth as his body crashed through the tent, tearing it apart in the process.
The entire tent collapsed.
Dream Butterfly immediately swept her hand through the air, sending out a series of wind blades that sliced apart the falling canvas before it could obstruct her vision.
As the dust settled, Song Wan's eyes widened.
The surroundings were already filled with warriors in black armor.
And Wei Chen.
He stood at the front of them all, staring coldly in one direction, his clawed hand already manifested into razor-sharp blades, prepared for any situation.
The direction he was watching was none other than where Ximen Ren had been blasted.
