Ye Canshang subconsciously ordered his Skeleton to block his body.

A pair of thick skeletal palms clawed towards Wang Qiu’er’s fist.

Dodge? Was that even Wang Qiu’er’s style? Dream on!

Boom! Her fist crashed against the skeletal claws. The Skeleton wanted to shut its claws, but it couldn’t do so. Cracks started to appear on its hands, and extended from the finger joints down towards the wrist.

Wang Qiu’er made a half turn in the air, and her right leg chopped down like a whip.

“She can’t be so quick!” Ye Canshang almost spat out blood. His Skeleton wasn’t something that he summoned, but his martial soul! Since his martial soul was injured, he also suffered from the backlash.

He didn’t even manage to retrieve a soul cannon before Wang Qiu’er’s leg came crashing down.

This time, Ye Canshang learned from his earlier mistake, and quickly retracted his martial soul. The broken right hand of his Skeleton disappeared.

Wang Qiu’er’s leg struck nothing, but it generated a gust of wind. This...