Su Jing's calm, tranquil small face, which rare moments it had when bidding farewell to the green lamp, instantaneously transformed into one shadowed by a sinister energy.
Her small hands transformed into palms, lifted up impassively and struck down fiercely.
The frail palm wind abruptly wielded the fierceness of a blade, striking the youth's flying kick at the shin with a sharp sound.
Bones lightly shattered, the youth only felt intense pain in his shin, a slight fracture, a great force compelled him to halt his movements, his foot fiercely landed on the ground, causing the bluestone ground to split apart.
Baili An frowned and turned around, watching Su Jing indifferently withdraw her palm and massage it, then she looked at the young man in black with a calm gaze: "Who are you?"
