BOOM!
Their clash exploded, uprooting what little else that could be called greenery. Chang Ping's incorporeal body was blown away to a dozen different pieces, "What the hell!?" a blob raised a commotion.
"Hahaha! You can still talk even in that sorry state!? Let's see if you can run your mouth if you're turned to powder!"
Qinyang followed through and started cutting up the floating blobs of blood. Her sword moved like the ferocious wind, cutting everything it hit.
Chang soon discovered that pain existed even when her body was split into different blobs of blood.
For a moment, Chang Ping panicked. Her body had just been split into several pieces, but soon she realized that if she could still feel pain, she could feel her body. If she could feel her body, it was possible to control. And that's what she did.