When she came back to her senses again, Jiang Shu's fists, wrapped in Order Chains, were already right in front of her, carrying an incomparably terrifying power as they smashed toward her abdomen.
"Soul Law!"
Bei Jue's face showed a look of dread. She opened her mouth and spat out a large swath of cold air that coiled around Jiang Shu's arm. The Soft Sword in her hand flicked like a spirit snake spitting its tongue, stabbing toward the position of Jiang Shu's heart.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal striking stone rang out. An invisible barrier appeared first and directly blocked Bei Jue's Soft Sword, while the ice wrapped around Jiang Shu's arm didn't have the slightest effect and was shaken into dust. Then his fist slammed onto the Ice Shield that had condensed over Bei Jue's body.
Even with an Ice Shield to block it, the tremendous force still transmitted into Bei Jue's abdomen, making her feel as if her insides were churning like a storm-tossed sea, unbearably uncomfortable.
