With a light smile on his face, Lin Zifeng dodged around inside the tower. Even though he couldn't unleash any Battle Skills, his speed was completely unaffected. Right now, all those various rays of light that seemed slow as snails in his eyes—how could they possibly touch the hem of his clothes?
While dodging, Lin Zifeng was secretly observing. Sure enough, just as he expected, that Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm he had just landed had hit—on the faces of the eighteen clan girls there was more or less a hint of pain; their attacks were a few degrees weaker than before, and even the eerie crimson in their twin pupils had dimmed somewhat!
After a few evasive steps, Lin Zifeng's eyes lit up. He suddenly stamped his foot, and one foot came down squarely on the Red Sword.
