Chapter 232: This is truly formidable
Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The moment the sentence ended, Leng Feng Hua flipped his palm over and a huge ball of light emerged from his palm.
His eyes were filled with a murderous vibe as he quickly used his profound Qi to condense the lit light ball and struck it towards the direction of Ye Qing Luo.
The ball of light was fast like lightning, leaving only a residue of a shadow.
It was indeed outstanding coming from the mystic profound ninth grade.
The momentum was like a rainbow, with various waves superimposed into each other.
This was the strength of a high-level apprentice.
“Sure enough, like what the hearsay from the rumours, Your Highness is indeed a talent in cultivation.”
Ye Qing Luo gave a mocking laughter fearlessly, though her words were full of praises but one could hear the ridicule between the words.
Her footsteps quickly retreated, the feather fan at her fingertips unfolded and began imbuing profound Qi into the weapon.
A ray of flaming dragon appeared as the feather fan swirled, its bared fangs and threatening claws hit onto the ball of light directly.
“Boom—”
A loud bang echoed in the air, the fiery dragon and the light ball entangled together.
The two rays of profound Qi collided, the surrounding air was blown up and the entire ground trembled and crumpled down into pieces.
Under the radiance of the light, Ye Qing Luo’s bewitching eyes reflected a chilly stare that was especially bright under the ordinary face of hers.
Surrounded by violent winds, sand and gravel flew all over the place.
Under the gale, Ye Qing Luo’s plain white robes and red tulle flutter with the wind, just like the blossoming lotus.
Just as everyone thought that the two streaks of profound Qi were comparable.
That light ball suddenly burst into an eye glaring glow, and suppressed Ye Qing Luo’s fiery dragon straight back.
Obviously, the woman’s profound grade was lower than Leng Feng Hua.
Lower than Leng Feng Hua?
It meant that this woman’s profound Qi was lower than the mystic profound ninth grade!
The mercenaries could not believe their eyes.
Among the mercenary groups, they were mystic profound grade apprentices.
However, it took around forty people to deal with a low-level mirage beast and left them battered and exhausted, killing more than a dozen of their brothers.
And…..
This lady had slaughtered waves of magic beasts purely on her own effort.
No matter how weird her set of footwork was, if she had no absolute strength, it would be impossible to hunt the magic beasts so easily!
If not for Leng Feng Hua’s profound Qi compelling Ye Qing Luo to retreat, they would have thought where this very able person came from.
Some even alleged that Ye Qing Luo could be a Sky Mystic Overlord.
But never would they have expected that Ye Qing Luo’s profound grade was actually lower than Leng Feng Hua.
This… was truly formidable!
The mercenaries who were still fighting against the magic beasts were incessantly astonished and lost focus, resulted in them being attacked by magic beasts who quickly retaliated.
The men quickly snapped back to reality and continue to deal with the magic beasts after readjusting their cadence.
Ye Qing Luo squinted her eyes watching the light ball heading over, her state of mind had a thought-
Teleport!
In a blink of an eye, Ye Qing Luo’s figure appeared in meters away.
She raised her feather fan, the enchanting red light shone as the airflow rolled into a ray of fiery dragon once again.
Leng Feng Hua revealed a sneer of disdain on his face when he saw the situation.
After learning that Ye Qing Luo’s profound grade was lower than his own, Leng Feng Hua was full of pride.
Hence, he did no bothered about the incoming profound Qi that came from Ye Qing Luo.
He snorted and jumped forward to greet the stream of profound Qi, both his palms hacked horizontally and came charging towards Ye Qing Luo directly.
Just…
When he came into contact with the Qi, his face suddenly changed.
That fiery dragon had transformed into a spiral and tangled Leng Feng Hua tightly.
Ye Qing Luo’s fan folded, and a strong airflow was released from the feet.
With a sway and a blink of an eye, she was already standing right in front of Leng Feng Hua.
The feather fan rotated rapidly at her fingertips as it inched closer to Leng Feng Hua’s head.