Su Hui faced off against Mo Yun, with both women unleashing their full abilities—one's swordsmanship was quick and fierce, the other's Demonic Qi surged violently, her whip lashing like a tempest.
After a dozen or so moves, Su Hui's swordsmanship just couldn't pierce through the Demonic Qi; even on several occasions, the blade nearly snapped from the recoil.
"What's the matter, is that all you've got?" Mo Yun snorted coldly, then with a flick of her whip, it coiled around Su Hui's arm like a spirit snake.
"Damn it!" Su Hui tried to move away but her arm tightened, and with a pull, she lost her balance in an instant.
Mo Yun struck with a palm, forcing Su Hui to brace and block—when the two women clashed palms, it was a test of pure internal power.
Even Gu Fan didn't realize that Mo Yun had been quietly cultivating, already bringing her magic power to a higher level; in a contest of internal power, Su Hui was simply no match.