Lian Xuerong lightly sent out a palm strike, blocking this punch from Ling Han.
Their fist and palm didn't truly come into contact. Instead, they were separated by at least six meters, and a fierce collision of power had already taken place. The dust on the ground was sent flying, turning into a mushroom cloud.
Ling Han felt a powerful power rebound back at him, causing him to involuntarily retreat continuously.
On the other hand, Lian Xuerong was standing firmly.
Sigh, this was still inferior to Blood Transformation Tier.
"Are you trying to defy the heavens?" Lian Xuerong couldn't help but exclaim.
"Am I?" Ling Han shook his head, and said, "I'm considerably inferior to you."
Lian Xuerong was speechless for a moment. Brat, could it be that you want to defeat me with the cultivation level of Meridian Opening Tier?
She shook her head, "Do you know what cultivation level I am at?"