Inside the high-grade cultivation chamber.
Fuyan’s figure flashed rapidly through the countless wind blades. Her hand was straight and powerful; at times it rippled like the surface of water, at times it crashed down like a waterfall. Her movements grew faster and faster, as if she wanted to cleave the very airflow apart with a single palm.
“Clearcloud Palm.”
She let out a low shout, and her palm slammed straight out against the wind. The instant the wind blades touched her palm, they seemed to crumble away one after another.
Staring at the result in front of her, Fuyan...
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