Lin Xuan didn't retreat a single step. He defiantly got back to his feet. The injury was still within his limits—well within his control.
To suffer only such a minor injury after taking a blow from a Spirit Pill Stage expert was shocking enough. The crowd was stunned by Lin Xuan's power. It was no wonder he had become number one in the Inner Hall; his reputation was clearly well-deserved.
Rao Longtian, however, didn't see it that way. He sneered from the sidelines, hoping Qing Piaoxue would cripple Lin Xuan. It would be a form of indirect revenge. 'If I can't have Lin Xue, no one can!'
"You've got some backbone, but the second move won't be so simple!" Qing Piaoxue's aura surged. She aimed at Lin Xuan and once again unleashed a Floating Snow Palm. The technique was the same, but its power had increased dramatically. The palm, originally just a few meters high, instantly swelled to over ten meters, bearing down on him like a small mountain.
