C628 Wang qian

Ji Xiangchuan turned her palm into a blade and slashed towards Wang Zhen's head.

She was a fourth stage cultivator, while Wang Zhen was only a third stage.

If a third-grade cultivator wanted to fight her head on, it would be akin to hitting a rock with an egg.

Wang Zhen looked at Ji Xiangchuan's palm strike, and his eyes revealed a trace of success