Bai Shan, with a face full of shock, saw Ling Xiaoxiao in a flash and his expression changed dramatically once again.
"What is going on with this girl's injuries?" Bai Shan was exceedingly astonished in his heart.
Ling Xiaoxiao was hit by a punch, clearly injured, but now she seemed to have fully recovered.
Bai Shan couldn't believe it, his expression somewhat dumbfounded, even thinking he had seen it wrong.
Bai Shan hadn't seen wrong, indeed; Ling Xiaoxiao's injuries had really healed completely, her astonishing recovery rate as if she had never been injured.
"Swoosh!"
"Buzz buzz!"
Ling Xiaoxiao wielded her ice sword, a piercing sonic boom sounded, and a nearly thirty feet long purple sword beam burst out with a destructive momentum, shining brightly as if tearing a massive gaping hole in the void.
"Miss Ling's sword technique is even more powerful than the Pavilion Master's!"
"The terrifying sword intent is like a mountain, leaving us breathless under its pressure."