Wuying's eyes stirred.
Kill intent flooded the bottom of his eyes immediately.
"You don't need to know who wants your life, you won't live past tonight anyway," he said.
He continued forward, slowly gathering strength in his hand.
Chu Qianli's expression remained unchanged, but her gaze fell on the space between his brows.
"Last time you were hit by Prince Yexuan and hit by my two needles, your internal injuries have become extremely serious."
"To make a move now, if you encounter someone with profound inner strength, you'll easily succumb to qi deviation!"
Wuying just coldly smiled, "But unfortunately, although you're full of tricks and throw hidden weapons well, you are not that person with profound inner strength!"
With a whoosh, Wuying's slender figure leaped up.
That palm strike was imbued with rich inner strength.
Like an impervious net, it trapped Chu Qianli dead in its grasp.
The net fell covering the sky, making her breathing difficult in an instant.