Jiang Xinghai's expression remained unchanged, like a cat preparing to catch a mouse.
His body stuck close to Zhang Rui's attacks, moving with incredible speed, as fluid as water and as swift as the wind.
Though Zhang Rui's attacks were fast, they could never breach his defensive perimeter.
'This can't go on!'
Zhang Rui thought to herself. Her assault grew fiercer, her Inner Strength surging out like a ferocious flood as she pushed her Yin-Yang Hand to its absolute limit.
Jiang Xinghai remained unmoved, as if everything was within his grasp. He was like an old man sitting on a sofa, sipping tea while watching Zhang Rui's performance.
"Sigh! This man is truly powerful. Even with my cultivation as a Great Venerable, I fear I would be powerless to resist him."
On the second floor, Zhang Shangfeng watched the scene unfold below, shaking his head with a sigh.
