Sharing the Same Fate

Lu Yurong pressed a palm forward lightly.

A turbulent wave of power surged from the void all of a sudden. It condensed before her palm where the outline of a fist was forming. The power from the void never stopped pouring in. The flow of it grew faster and faster until it finally condensed into a jade white fist.

It looked to be exactly the same size as Lu Yurong's right hand as if the fist was carved from white jade by using her hand as the model.

The process seemed slow, but in reality, it was extremely quick to solidify. The jade white fist disappeared abruptly and reappeared the next moment in front of San Niang's chest. It vanished inside her chest without a sound.

"Ah!" San Niang tilted her head up and spat out a stream of blood.

She was flung into Tian Shi's chest as if a rope had tugged her fiercely from behind.

"San Niang!" Tian Shi called to her.

Lu Yurong pressed a palm forward once again.