Yuchi Peng moved.
Right at the moment when Ye Qing Luo raised her wrist, Yuchi Peng had moved.
Perhaps it was the red glow on Ye Qing Luo's wrist which gave Yuchi Peng a sense of threat.
Yuchi Peng struck out both palms heavily as the surrounding sand and ashes all twirled into a vertical airstream.
This imposing manner was like a thousand layer of wind and waves, swallowing mountains and rivers.
Ye Qing Luo reacted in time as she leapt upwards; her body was quick like lightning and narrowly avoided move.
Her body leapt into mid-air and with several blink steps in empty air, she managed to retreat to quite a distance away.
Unknowing if it's a misperception, that pair of murderous eyes seemed to have turned even more intense.
Not waiting for Ye Qing Luo's response, Yuchi Peng's arm was as slithery as a snake as a whirlwind rose from beneath his feet.
His loose robe under the raging wind started to flap against the wind.