บท 1178: Teal Smoke Martial Soul

Wu Xian was fighting with experts of the Firmament Palace in the distance. She lifted her slender hands and then a large palm print squashed an expert into bloody mist on the spot.

Then, she collected the dead expert's martial soul.

"Eh?" Seeing Su Mo trying to kill her again, Wu Xian glared at him with hostility and aggression.

Instead of avoiding him, she chose to meet him head-on. Su Mo was strong, but not so strong as to cause her to fear.

"Silver-Moon Palm!" She raised her tender hands again and a large palm print, like a silver moon penetrating the air, found its way toward Su Mo.

The large palm print had taken in the profuse energy of the Moon so that its might swept everything with a terrific force.

"Break!" Su Mo picked up his speed. With a roar, he swung the Demonic Sword in his hand, and the sword Qi smashed the large palm print into pieces.