Naked contempt

A gust of cold wind from a palm hit them in the face. It actually carried a chill like winter, and even the people who were watching from afar could not help but shiver. However, Ling Chuxi did not feel anything at all. She had even experienced the extreme cold of heaven and earth like the nine Yin vanishing veins, so why would she care about this bit of cold?

"Mid-stage of heavenly Yuan!" There were also people in the crowd who knew what was good and exclaimed.

"So this is all you've got." Ling Chuxi said contemptuously. She did not even pull out her sword and just casually threw out a palm strike. It was the great scattering hand.

Previously, when she heard this fellow call himself the old ancestor of heavenly Yin, his name was quite frightening and his cultivation had reached the middle stage of heavenly Yuan. Ling Chuxi naturally took him seriously, but after seeing his moves, all that was left was deep contempt.